Blue Heeler Blues

February 19th, 2008
This is Jack sitting on the porch waiting for my daughter to come home. I wonder what goes through his mind…”she left me again she might not come back this time i’ll be alone who will feed me i love the way she smells i wonder if that’s her car i’m not moving until she comes home unless that other woman gives me a rawhide.” Don’t we all spend some metaphorical time sitting on a porch waiting for someone to come home? Someone who will have all the answers, who will take care of us, who will turn on that soul switch when they walk in the door. Jack’s needs/wants are so close to the surface. Most of us spend our lives practicing how to hide those feelings, because we think we’re the only ones who have them. Lucky Jack — he never learned how to save face or look cool.