I'll get the trauma out up front tonight since this just happened. Baby was attacked by a chow tonight. I had her down to the small dog run near my apartment when a lady with a black chow walked over. They played and spoke to each other through the fence, and instead of letting my instincts tell me I should have got her out of there, we stayed. The chow came in the gate and immediately attacked her. I don't have children, but my little dog is as close to a child as I've ever had, so instincts took over. I ended up getting the worst of it. I went in head first. The chow had her up in her soft spot behind her hind leg, and it was the first time in quite awhile when I felt that animal instinct arise, the chow is very lucky it let go, (with my hands squeezing around its neck). Once I heard Baby cry, I think I would have fought to the death. I know that sounds strange, but it was a little strange to me— to be that protective. I fell over backwards with both dogs, and once the other dog let go, I scooped up Baby and turned to face the other dog. I must have been quite ferocious as it immediately retreated. Luckily, the dog did not inflict any real damage, just a little emotional damage as she stays close to me and keeps looking at me like, "Why did that dog do that, Daddy?" Its heartbreaking really, but amazing that I feel her pain like I do. (If you don't have a dog that you love this might not make to much sense to you.) So, I suppose she will stay close to me tonight, we got her through the first real traumatic moment of her life. Baby is eleven months today, I never really believed that dogs and people find each other, but I have to tell you, this dog and I belong to each other. What a gift.
This afternoon, I got a call from David Avila, whose daughter I used to teach in Phoenix. Their family was in Phoenix for one year from Austin, and now they are back living here. David asked me if I would come to an art opening and play some music, so I am excited about that. I've been rehearsing tonight, deciding which songs to do, of course, that always changes once you get there. Austin is gearing up for its huge festival, South By Southwest, which is a week long. They even have bands playing in houses all over the city. They have film, music, computer tech, art, etc… it’s a pretty big deal. You can begin to feel the buzz all over town. Yesterday at the dog park, they were preparing for the Austin County Fair Rodeo at the fair grounds. This thing also goes on for weeks, with A level country bands and artists playing everyday. This was just one event, (a free cowboy breakfast) that took up half the park. (They really do—do things bigger here in Texas!) I've never seen a city that continues transforming itself like this city, I mean you can really feel the energy change. I remember the first time I went to New York City in the mid-eighties. From the moment the cab started to take me into Manhattan, I could feel the energy of that city begin to overwhelm me. It was dreamlike, all the books, films, television, and history that I had consumed about that city suddenly became present, it was amazing. I don't think my feet touched the ground for the whole two weeks I was there. From that trip, the only thing I could think of afterwards was how I was going to get back. Every city has its energy, LA, San Francisco, NY, and yes, Austin. It's a huge contrast to a place like Boulder, Utah, where the energy is also powerful, so much of that perpetuated by the earth and the natural wild beauty. (And there is also some amazing people that live there!) Even though I always called Boulder, 'my real home', for the whole of my life I can remember waking up there and thinking, "This kind of beauty is almost to much!" I know that may sound strange, but its true, the beauty of that landscape is utopian. I have learned though, that no matter where you might be on this earth, to appreciate the beauty of anywhere you are, you must have some peace of mind and beauty inside to make it work. You can be as 'screwed up' in paradise as you can in any 'big' city in America.
Well, tonight will have to be a shorter entry than I usually write, my head has been pounding ever since the run in with the 'Beastmaster' in me. Maybe the adrenaline went straight to my head, I don't know, a little strange how draining that 'attack' seems to be. As though my head cannot find the energy to connect thoughts. Maybe its time to get some sleep. "Dogs of the world, I warn you, don't mess with Baby, my vengeance is swift and complete…beware of the human dog."