Yesterday afternoon Silas and I went for a long walk. When we got home we sat outside in the late sunshine and had a shouting match.
He was very funny as he balled up his tiny fists and growled at me. Then, of course, I would growl back at him. Then he would arch his little eyebrows and shout at me as if I had missed some vitally important point he was making with his growl. I shouted back. We kept it up for a good, long while.
We got pretty loud there in the front yard and I wondered what the neighbors were going to think.
It was one of the funniest things he's ever done and I'm glad he had a good time. But I felt sad afterward because, even though it was a special little moment between the two of us, there was nobody else around to see him up to these hi-jinx. And it was a sight to see. So he and I just laughed together.
I haven't gotten a new camera yet and I hated that the moment was lost without my having captured it on film or at least in stills.
I hate the way things have happened lately in my life and I feel terrible that I'll miss out on so much and that other people who love him will miss little, funny moments like yesterday.
I have enough regrets in my life and I don't want him to ever have any. And even though I know he will, I just hate for him to have to start out with a strike against him already because of me.
Here's an older picture anyway.