This is a profoundly stupid idea that I had that may turn into an ongoing series. I don’t know. Each post (if there’s more than this one) will be me taking a lyric from a Drake song and using that to talk about my dog Drake and maybe some other stuff along the way.
“I got enemies, got a lot of enemies. Got a lot of people tryna drain me of my energy” ~Aubrey Graham, “Energy”
I promise I named my dog after an X-Man and not a rapper.
Bobby Drake, aka Iceman, was always one of my favorites. His powers were so cool (pun not intended) and once I grew up a bit and realized what a creep Gambit was it was clear who my #1 was going to be.
But there’s something about calling your dog “Drizzy” as a nickname. And… maybe we DID listen to Take Care all the way back from Tulsa when I got him…
Anyway this is about enemies, energy being drained and the like. I feel like a bad dad every time I take Drake for a walk. The very first day we were home I found a block that we could never go to again. Passing between this row of houses we were bombarded by a group of other dogs from all directions, barking behind chain link fences, frustrated that my new pup wouldn’t respond to them. Two of the dogs were so upset that they started fighting each other to make up the difference. He’s fresh meat. Every walk is a maze of places where I can’t remember if this dog hates mine or not.
And yet Drake never responds. I’ve never heard him bark in the month I’ve had him. The only noise he’s made was a slight whimper the first few nights I put him in his kennel for the night. He doesn’t let things get to him. He just walks straight ahead, with his tongue hanging out, trying to get to the next place. He never even slows down.
I often find myself apologizing to Drake on walks. “Sorry buddy. I know you probably hate this. It’s the only way to get home though.” I wonder how he feels about the whole thing, the constant bombardment from other dogs, the yank on the leash every time he tries to explore somewhere he probably shouldn’t, the constant stopping and starting whenever a car comes along.
And then I realize that I’ve felt those things. Maybe not in the same way, but I know what it’s like to be the new guy, to only know how to make a few loops around a new place, to get stuck doing the same thing over and over, never seeing anything different. I know how it feels to have it seem like everyone’s out to get you, to hear nothing but the barks of others aimed directly at me. I know what it feels like to think that you’re the lead dog only to be yanked aside when I get into something I think is cool. And more often than not that was the right move.
Most of all I think I understand the end of the walk. That all of this was worth it if I can get to the end, to return to a place I feel loved, and maybe, just maybe, have someone tell me I’ve been a good boy. Isn’t that what we’re all looking for?