Waiting for Godot

“Where do you think she is, Aussie?”

“I hear her calling us in the woods. She thinks we’re lost.”

“Doesn’t she know we’re right here by the car?”

“I don’t think so, Harry. In fact, I think she’s the one that’s lost.”

“Do you suppose we should go find her, Auss?”

“I think it’s best to wait for her by the car, Harry.”

“I think we got ourselves a dumb Boss, Aussie. She takes us to the Wendell State Forest for the first time ever, and as soon as we’re all off-leash she gets lost.”

“The trouble is, Harry, she thinks we’re the ones that are lost, not her. That’s why she’s whistling and calling our names all the time.”

“Why should she think we’re lost? We ran around the lake a bit, frightened some ducks. I chased five yellow butterflies. Just being dogs.”

“But she’s being a human, Harry, and you know what that means?”

“That she loves treats?”

“That’s one. But what I refer to is that she’s always afraid of getting lost, of losing control, of what’s gonna happen.”

“Why is she so afraid, Aussie?”

“Dang if I know, Harry. It’s how many humans are.”

“So what do we do, Aussie?”

“We wait here, at the point of origin, ergo: the car. You see, Harry, the way humans are, they chase after one thing or another, they run around and call out, go here and there, and when they’ve had enough of all that foolishness they come back to the exact same place where they started.”

“That makes no sense, Aussie. Why don’t they end up somewhere else? Like me, for instance, last week. We started in one place on the Montague Plains, you and I chased a deer, and I ended up three towns north.”

“That wasn’t much fun for the Boss, Harry. She drove the car on those roads crisscrossing the Plains that are full of potholes, which gave me in the backseat a big headache, not to mention all the yelling she did: Harry! Harry! Not a smart move on your part.”

“Hey, at least I don’t travel a long distance and end back where I started. Talk about a waste of effort! Don’t you think we should go find her? I feel so bad for the Boss, being lost.”

“Leave her alone, Harry. Being lost is good for her, though she doesn’t know it. She gets frustrated, she gets upset, she starts talking to Bernie—“

“Who’s that, Auss?—“

“Before your time, Harry. She yells at him that he should never have left her alone like this, she gets out all this angst.”

“What’s angst, Aussie?”

“Not in the canine vocabulary, Harry.”

“And all this time she still thinks she’s looking for us when we’re right here? I don’t get it.”

“That’s humans, Harry. When they start looking for something they think they lost, it’s a sure sign that they’re the ones who’re lost. You just watch. She’ll get tired of yelling our names and running here and there, she’ll come back to the car, and here we’ll be.”

“And we’ll be together just like always.”

“At least till the next time the Boss gets lost.”

“Probably tomorrow.”