we didn't swim today.

it was a beautiful late summer morning in a small summer further shortened for copp and i by ear surgeries. this morning it was a mysterious rash invisible to my eyes. i had a passionate reaction and i know it was immature and maybe even crazy, but i felt the freedom copp and i had struggled for was being threatened. i felt handled. i yelled that if i followed the rules copp would still be imprisoned, which, if crazy, is yet true. even if i am crazy i know the same crazy passion is what freed copp, and what frees me, and continues to free copp. he would have been handled. when i met him he was attacking even dogs he was friends with. his walker, his handler, told me, look around corners, cross the street if you see another dog. i could not accept that even for my own selfish reasons, and knew that copp was inside waiting for liberation. he now walks everywhere without leash, and i am still in awe of his understanding, his soul's progress.