I can’t believe I’ve been away from this so long. It wasn’t my intention, but it’s amazing how 1 week off turns into 1 month off and then 1 year.
So here I sit with a glass of red wine and my 2 Red Boys at my side – writing again. The wine is a gift from Alex, a lovely, retired Hungarian man that has recently become a friend.
I met Alex and his wife, Eva, 3 years ago on the beach. They were walking the beach, holding hands, and The Boys were retrieving balls in the water. I leashed up The Boys to let the adorable couple pass in peace – not everyone appreciates wet Vizslas. However, Alex says, “Let them run. They are Vizslas; they need to run. They are Hungarian like us.” We saw them every weekend that summer.
This past May, on the same beach, I ran into Alex again – alone. The Boys ran up to him – they recognized him. Alex pet The Boys. I greeted Alex and he tells me, “My Eva is gone.” He was, and still is, devastated by her death.
As we talked, The Boys became restless by the lack of attention and started barking. Alex picked up their ball and threw it. “They’re Hungarian Vizslas; they need to run.” As he played with them, he smiled.