Artemis was arguably one of the sweetest dogs on the planet. She was also one of the naughtiest. Probably one key to her being able to get away with figurative murder, was that she always had a look of happiness and innocence.
One could be walking along a trail with her and suddenly she would disappear. This would invariably happen at the most inopportune times: when a storm-front was approaching, when you needed to be somewhere by a certain time, or when you simply just didn’t have the patience to put up with her antics.
But that smiling face, once found again, would look up at you and make you realize that all the bad stuff that she did was totally worth it. This dog had a way of living life to the fullest: full of abandon and instinct and pleasure. And one could learn how to forget about all the bad stuff in the world, all the stuff that needed to be done instead of having fun, all the real-world worries, just by watching her live her life through mischief and by not giving a damn that she was being called back to reality.
Over the next few weeks, stories of Artemis and her misadventures will be recounted here in this space, entitled Forever Artemis.