Monday, May 23, 2011
A Horse Is a Horse . . .
Special Agent John Dillon, Georgia Bureau of Investigation
John Dillon here. You haven't heard from me before, probably because Grace and I haven't quite gotten around to taking our relationship to the next step. In fact, I probably shouldn't even use the word "relationship" in relation to Grace. What we have is, well . . . we'll figure it out one of these days.
In the meantime, I wanted to write about Groucho, my Arabian. I keep meaning to introduce Grace to him, but we haven't quite gotten around to that, either. I board him at a facility not to far from St. Elizabeth. He hasn't quite adjusted to the Georgia summers--for that matter, neither have I after living so long in Wisconsin--but he's getting there. When I'm hanging out with Groucho at the stable, or riding him, it takes me completely away from the ugliness I see every day as a special agent with the GBI. Animals don't seem to have the "malicious" gene that so many humans have in spades.
Believe it or not, Groucho is the only "pet" I've had as an adult. (And I'm darn sure he would object to the label "pet.") My job takes me away from home too often for me to have a dog or cat that would need me home at regular intervals for food and companionship. When I'm out of town, Amanda, who owns the boarding stable, makes sure all Groucho's needs are met. I miss my time with him when the job gets in the way, but I know he's well taken care of. Hell, he probably doesn't even notice when I don't show up for weeks on end.
What about you? Do you have an animal? Or not have one because your circumstances make it difficult?