How far would you go?

As I was saddling up the hogs today and taking them for a walk, my mind was wandering around. Maybe it needs a leash and collar.

My condo is almost done. It has carpeting, inside doors, appliances, and looks about ready to be cleaned up for inspection. I went yesterday with the dogs, and they rushed to the front door, only to find it locked. I was just glad to see that the dogs were happy there.

My mind keeps wandering to the fact that my house is not sold, no offers have been made, and my condo is almost done. My financial guy says start processing a bridge loan. My CPA says stick it out, you have a great house and it will sell. My gut says "oy," and my brain says "let's think about something else."

The thoughts wandered to wondering how far would someone go for love? And for love of what? I remember a man in MI married a young lady with a nice inheritance. He had already lied to the social security board, claimed himself to be blind, and was collecting disability benefits. He also went shooting, with a gun. He went on vacation with the young, pretty, wealthy wife on whom he had taken out lots of life insurance. She ended up off her horse with a bashed in skull, and she died. He collected the insurance and left the country. A few years later, he was apprehended. He loved money.

A woman was recently released from prison in Montreal. She had been on a killing spree with her man. If I remember right without looking it up, she had helped kill her own sister and another woman for sexual gratification. His, I think. We hear stories of good women getting together with loosers and finding themself party to serious crimes they would never do on their own. We also hear of men who will do anything to make their women happy, including things like killing the husband.

How far is normal for someone we love? The basic rules are not to steal, lie, or cause harm. Calling in sick for a husband who is at a baseball game - is that too far? Knowing your spouse has filed claim for damage to his car that he did himself? Getting in a bar fight to protect your lady's honor?

While I was pondering where a reasonable place is to draw the line, I realized we were walking on the church parking lot. I was concerned maybe it was too hot for the dogs' feet, so I decided to get them off the blacktop. Molly balked, and I looked at her to see why.

Remember the woodchuck Molly made friends with recently? Once it was a horse. This time, a bird. Molly was facing a small blue and white bird, and her tongue was hanging down. She definitely had a smile on her face. She was not pulling on the leash, not trying to rush or harm the bird. She wanted to get closer to it, and see what it was, maybe offer it a chance to join her pack.

I sighed, and thought about all Molly has been through in the last year. I moved a few steps closer to the bird. I thought only crows strut, and the rest of birds hop. No, this one ran. It ran all across the parking lot, which hold several hundred cars. It would look over its shoulder, and keep running. We walked along, not getting too close. When we got to the fence, the bird flew over, and then Molly willingly changed direction, shooting me a look of thanks. I followed a bird for love of my dog.

A minute later, I saw the bird right behind us. Maybe it did want to join Molly's pack. Who knows?