Desire Lines

From a much shorter distance to the ground, Gotzila, my miniature dachshund has created her own desire lines.

If it wasn’t for the accident that left her crippled, she wouldn’t have to go from here to there creating new amazing and revealing paths of desire. Their route and direction changes during the day. First lines are remarked over yesterday’s when she comes to the stairs from her burrow in the adobe wall.

I entitle them as greeting desire lines; their trace is deep and powerful, these meandering lines have a destiny in mind and when such destiny is reached at the bottom of the stairs, the end of  the pattern is beautifully ornamented with concentric tracks as she turns around and around at my presence.

Gotzila predicts and thus desires accordingly. As the time of our departure from home comes a few hours later, she sketches her second pattern, only this time uncertain, her hind legs and tail are her artist tools, each one brushes the sand of the soil with different width and depth, producing three defined outlines. The contour is interrupted by scattered blasts along the way, Gotzila reconsiders her plan as she rests several times along a 10 yard trajectory. Finally her desire lines reach the gate and vanish at the base of the bugambilia trunk. She’ll lay down under its shade during the first hours of today longing for her masters and entertained by her friends outside the house. Niño, Blaky and Britney.

The soft sand in the yard burns at noon. She would desperately reach a grassy spot where the lines of her desire for freshness become barely a reality on the scarce golden grass.

My selfish desire is that her desire lines would not be pained as a result of her condition. I wonder whether these patterns should allow me to take a decision over her current life movements.