ARE YOU READY TO PUPPY UP?
White Dog and the rest of the WDA were up and ready to go to the Park at daybreak. While Steve packed a few last things into the trailer and fed the pups, I quickly checked email to discover the woman who was to run the dog costume contest (and who had all of the materials) had the flu and would not be attending. Then Daisy Mae's mom came in from my studio; she had tears in her eyes. "Bino (our grand marshal of the Walk) was not going to be able to make it; he had damaged a tendon." Oh, and once we got to the Park (far enough away that a return trip home was not practical)we discovered that we had forgotten the iced tea (for the snack shop) and the diagram of booth spaces. White Dog and I sat together to recenter and to focus on the energy that surrounded us.
This was a Walk of Warriors all focused on the same goal. We would walk together shoulder-to-shoulder rather than following another's lead. This was true solidarity; we had the momentum and the drive to deliver a powerful message, many voices united as one, with no need for a spokesman...
cancer, your days are numbered!
And so we began, 115 humans and 155 dogs.
