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The Play is the Thing, or How I met Totes


All right folks, peace to you and God’s blessings. Our souls are divine and designed for great play in this lovely universe of ours.

I have had my dog Totes for a year and a half now and we are well bonded. When I first got him, he was in distress, while I was emerging from a great distress. He is a kind fella and I doubt he was ever abused, but neglected and abandoned were possibilities.

He is quite a blessing indeed, as we met on my birthday. It was a warm day in Portland and I was catching some shade behind a vacant building in an area a lot of hobo’s frequent.

A young woman I know came walking by with this little raga-muffin dog and was wondering if maybe I did not want to keep him.

I surprised myself with my lack of hesitation and said I would love to have him.

I was stable enough emotionally at that time, not in a great big hurry to do anything, and had a shopping cart which I thought would be perfect for his transportation.

The young woman was kind and around 17 or 18. She liked the idea of a dog but after three days of ownership realized it would take away too much time for the way she was choosing to live. I am glad she searched out another owner as opposed to just leaving him somewhere.

As I was coming out of a sleep a few months prior I had a strange thought: “His name is Totes.” I had an intuition that Totes was a dog and may have been why I did not hesitate when he showed up. He was going by Randy when I got him and I found that a little pedestrian to say the least.

Totes used to bite and lick himself too much and scratch way too hard. He had little hair on his tail and stomach when I first got him. These days his coat is healthy and he has become very playful of late, which I imagine is his natural way of being. It is ours as well. He chews on toys and rambles after balls instead of chewing on himself. I love him very much.

KAMB_ListenLive_PlayButtonI have a hacky sack, a yoyo, some juggling balls, and a fairly nice collection of bouncing balls. The other day I had this sort of complete feeling of happy playfulness.

It scared me a little you know? Our world has quite a bit of chaos, is it really ok to play like you don’t have a care in the world? Like a child? Those are the questions I was asking God. Well Christ tells us never too worry and to be like children. So I am slowly unlocking my playful nature. I suggest you do the same. Doop bop diddly, de do do da.

About Author

Hobo John

Hobo John here, I am a fifty year old man currently living in a small town in Idaho, this is also where I grew up. Like any Idaho boy I love the outdoors, and am a sports enthusiast. But I also love the arts and paint a little myself. In Proverbs it says, "A man's pursuit is his kindness, " and that is my only true mission in life. I like to write about just about anything; songs , children's stories, politics, short stories, however, I have not attempted a novel yet. I also consider myself a bit of a philosopher, after seven years of living the homeless life I actually started to enjoy it. I started writing little phrases that I hope contain some wisdom. I call them Hobo Metaphysics. "Gentle beats the shit out of aggressive," being one of my favorites. Peace to you folks, "I love you with everything that I have." That is my motto and the truth of things.

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