Dogs play different roles in our lives, depending on what we need and are open to. This is an intense period for me, for Maria. So much going on, so much to keep track of. Red seems to be the witness to my life. He is everywhere I go, watching, waiting. I wonder why I need a witness, but I seem to, the role fits me, it was something I need, cherish, want. I see Red popping  up in all my photos, all parts of my life. He is happy to be there, I am his work. If dogs could write biographies…perhaps it is better that they can’t.

I think it is that he doesn’t judge, doesn’t roll his eyes, he understands me, walks with me. Perhaps he is the close friend I never had. Perhaps I will never know. The witness is an ancient role in the role. It is important. I think a part of me has always felt alone, much less so now that I am with Maria. But, like anger, it is in there and it has its own way of departing. Maybe that is why Red is here, to expunge another ghost.