Wowsky

When I imagine pandemics past, the sky is like granite with howling winds drizzling rain and catcreeping fog. Today we are in the latest pandemic. The weather is gorgeous. The sky is a deep blue accentuated by the stainless white cumulus clouds. The temperature is 80 degrees. I'm siting in a rocker on my front porch socially isolated at least 20 feet from the walk in front of our house

I love the porch. It has six pillars and is very Southern. Our house is located near the top of a hill on a street called Serenity. People on their isolation strolls  pass by our house regularly. The people going up the hill are moving at a slower pace than the people going down the hill. When we say "hi", people tend to pause in their strolls for differnt reasons. The folks going up the hill to catch their breath and wish us well. The folks going down the hill pause to slow down and share the good fortune of coasting.

There are exceptions of course. A few minutes ago, a young mother passed our porch while jogging and pushing a stroller containing a set of twins. She was wearing a baseball hat with the inevitable pony tail. She was young and healthy enough to glisten as she passed. I called out "I wish I could do that." as she made her way to the top of the Serenity Hill. She waved and grinned. 

A few minutes later, going down the hill, a woman, her 10 year old daughter and a dog of remarkable appearance paused before the porch after I had said hello and remarked about the appearance of the dog.

The woman stopped. It became immediately clear that she was used to such interruptions in her walk because she was always in the presence of such a remarkable animal.

"Thank you," the woman responded. "She's a cutie. We call her Wowsky."

Even from our porch I noticed the remarkable clarity of Wowsky's eyes and remarked upon them noting their similarity to the eyes of a husky.

The woman agreed. "Her mother is a Siberian husky. Her father is a Pomeranian. She is a new breed called a Pomsky."

I took a moment to visualize the mating process which seemd impossible at worst and improbable at best. Trying to imagine a Pomeranian mounting a Husky sort of boggled my mind.

The woman recognized the familar boggle which occurred reguoarly in her strolls with Wowsky.

"It's all done with artificial insemination. The husky gets the needle and delivers the pups. The other way around would be quite a struggle if the Pom were the mother. Ouch"

Most people seeing a Pomsky for the first time would want to possess one so we embarked on the usual questions to construct obstacles towards pandemic panic buying.

How much does it shed? Is it good with kids? Does it bark all the time? How often do you have to groom it?

The woman was used to these questions.

Yes shedding is a concern.

Wowsy is good with our kids,

She does have a distinct personality that she coneys regularly especially when she needs to go on a walk. We take her out twice a day for 20 minutes and that's what she wants. If she needs a walk, belive me she'll let us know. Wowsy needs grooming 5 times a week so we all share the duties. Wowsy can be a pain sometimes but she is a member of our family so we deal with her moods, demands and territorialities the way we try to deal with each other's.

I asked if Wowsy would pose for a picture. Wowsy complied. I snapped the picure. The camera worked. As I have stated repeatedly, when I'm dreaming the camera never works. This whole scene, my porch, the Serenity Hill, the passersby and beautiful sky and the surrounding pandemic must be real.

We waved good bye and Wowsy started down the hill towards the next barrage of compliments and questions.