Yesterday Hilary brought Willie to live with us. He’s a small, wire-haired pup with big brown eyes. He is incredibly intelligent. Desperate to be loved, immediately loyal.
The Lil’ Dog is a bit suspicious and requisitioned both his own bone and Willie’s and guarded them both jealously all day.
The Lil’ Dog knows the deal. He looks PISSED OFF as I try making Willie feel at home by having him on my lap, calling his name. The Lil Dog is and will be always my most adored dog but Willie very quickly carved a place in my heart. Within hours.
The Lil’ Dog, however, will never have the sort of relationship with Willie that he had with our Darling Big Dog.
Willie is without doubt my dog. As much as Luna was not my dog and now lives in a huge mansion in Beverly Hills with a butler and her own dog walker Willie is happy to chase around after me all day. He is watching the garden as I write. You can see how happy he is.
It is delightful how I immediately loved himand he loves me. It is wonderful to aim my unconditional love at this little dog. He accepts it without question.
I wish humans could be like this. Fucking humans.
Yesterday, a few hours before Willie arrived, I woke up in Hollywood and packed the car with more bits and pieces. I am determined not to bring everything from that place back here. More than I anticipated will be going to auction.
Anyway, I picked up with the beautiful Brazilian I met yesterday at Solar and we drove to Malibu via the 101 and up through the magnificent mountains. We had to take the back route as there was a house fire on the PCH so it was closed. Ricki Lake‘s house burned to the ground.
When we got home Ashley was pottering around, making coffee and already the house seems full again. This is how I remember Whitstable (No 13 Island Wall) when I first lived there. You see! I can reclaim the essence of what I loved about living.
As Ashley and Frank (the Brazilian) made friends I sat quietly on the back terrace and just enjoyed my home. I have not done that for a long time. There has been so much drama. So much to distract me from simple pleasures.
I spent a little time on Manhunt and made a couple of appointments for next week. Perhaps I will meet someone? Someone like Willie who is kind and loyal and intelligent? Hahhahaha.
Willie has a great deal to learn about this household. Who and what and where. We live a very active life, most days we walk four or so miles around the mountains. Everything is very new for him.
I have to get him to the vet on Monday and begin the passport process so he can come to England with me.
Left a message on MySpace for Jake. There was nothing much to say other than we were now strangers. I know that in time I will forget him entirely because I never really knew him. He was a refugee, all I had to do was help him on his way. I fell in love with an idea.
As I was sitting quietly on the terrace overlooking the ocean I wanted to counjour up a beautiful moment from our time together that I could hold onto. Just one. Something we had shared that would have made the last few months worthwhile. I could not. Every one was marred with something or other that made it feel incomplete. My spastic love affair with an idea was over long before I ever dealt the death blow.
As I look over the past months of blog entries there were times when I would go to bed happy because he was in the world.
I was kidding myself.
There ain’t no fool like an old fool. When am I going to get wise? Probably never.
Willie sort of reminds me of when I first met Jake. Adoring eyes, keeping close, shaggy hair, a clumsy gait. The difference is? I have a chance of maintaining a relationship with Willie because he will never lie to me, he won’t be looking over my shoulder for someone richer, younger, better looking etc….
Thank GOD for Willie.