(Circa 1998)
“Come on Rosie, I’ve got somewhere special to take you,” said Mundo. “There will be hypnologic star shine unseen by our kind, squirrelly animals to engage in recreation with and scents to behold from out of this world.”
Rosie grinned mischievously, “Mundo, you always get me in hot water by suggesting that I come along. Ultimately the blame gets shifted onto me. But I’m game. I suppose we could surely sneak away for two or three days, with little repercussion. After all what is life if we don’t let our desires sometimes drive us?”
Mundo deliberated deeply -then under his thin breath muttered, ‘I knew she’d go for it, all right!”
So they were off into the wild blue abandon of Idaho.
Mundo’s piercingly deep almost supernatural eyes selected the snow path. “Rosie, let’s head way out this curvy part of East Fork country –all the way.”
Triumph-fully they wagged their ways out into the deep snow, straying from man’s path the way dogs ordinarily do.
They skipped fast onto an unadvertised sacred path. One that was mostly forgotten by the yew-mans in the winter. The packed powder held the canines high, up like stilts above the actual earth.
Through a sort of sixth sense they knew about the secret cliff waterfalls very few actually find. Thereaways just past P.K. pass. Rosie led the way, as they bound past old Leadville mines and abandoned flophouses- still vibrating full of high tales and appealing scents -both good and bad. Civilization became thinner as thick aspen spread out beckoning branches.
“What is that smell Mundo?” Rosie muffed, “Wood River Wolverine?
“That my dear is a wolf.” Bragged Mundo. “The newspapers you stamp on say they don’t really live here yet, but you and I are way ahead of the times, my dear little doggie friend.”
To mix it up Mundo started playing a rough rapscallion sport of tag and tackle with Rosie. Tossing her about in the snow. Rosie in a way encouraged this by performing amazing acrobatics as she flipped this way and that asunder through the thunderous air. Their spirits drove each other almost crazy -some would say at first observation. It was a contrary coyote line of attack that Rosie and Mundo often held for each other, but all good really. That day Rosie and Mundo checked out copious draws and game trails in the serenely dipped valley. Their unique playfulness consumed most of the afternoon. It was like they were teenagers hitchhiking - two birds of a different species hooked on laughing and losing track of time and ending up on an off beam sphere.
The twilight drew in along with a slight wind warning them of the cold to come.
“Mundo, I’m ‘zausted”, woofed a winded Rosie through her snoot. “I could use some of that hot water that you always get me into.” Mundo barked, “I think we’re resting in some right now Rosie, for I have become a bit bewildered with all of the spiraling about you did –hypnotizing me with your axis of aerial tricks.” Rosie ruffed back, “Don’t blame it on me you surefooted galloping galoot! You’re the one that wanted to dash out here with me.”
They nuzzled together for a while to stay warm. Dreams of snowshoe bunnies emerged hopping in their dear little doggie heads. Colder air blew further into their snow dug out. At the trailhead some guardian humans conferred and yes the radically rascally twosome had been spotted by a cross country skier out for some evening exuberance.
Mindful of the forthcoming below zero temperatures the Ninja wore a tight tortoise like covering for the approach out. His boiling temperament at the situation held in reserve some simmering warmth against the blustery wind. “I will let know these doggone dogs what the deal is when I find them” he repeated as a powerful chant.
Another instantaneous challenge had come afoot. Over and over tests like these kept arising. -So often now that he was becoming used to acclimating himself to these on the spot challenges by some mysterious means deep within. He shoved off the accumulating snow like the gauntlet of physical trials he had easily passed while tightly focusing. Those tests which had prepared him for this sudden demand in true world time.
It certainly looked like the tracks could be theirs. Ill-behaved winding wispy dog prints trailed only one way out. The storm started to brew to match the mental storm beginning to be revealed under the rescuers physically powerful makeup. The snow was muffling their yips and yaps, but he still easily recognized the rogue dogs’ sounds.
The Ninja shifted in softly with the new snow, stirring the stretched thin dogs from their catnap area. On their return from the rescue he had some powerfully long words with both barkers, and for many moons neither one strayed so far in this lifetime.
And that is the story of one Rosie’s and Mundo’s big adventures in these parts.
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