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energeticTopic: "Newest Friend"(8)
There are many lessons in life, and Frodo has tried very hard not to repeat his errors. Invariably, when he fails to learn from his own history, he creates obstacles which dwarf Hoover Dam. Or sometimes it just feels like it.
Newest Friend is a handsome lad. His tri-colors are smooth and silky, neither too long nor too short. There are small flecks of white at the very tip of his long and gracefully twisting tail, and his noble head brings to mind the ebony that graced the countenance of Shaka Zulu. There is a collie-colored brown on each of his feet, interspersed with his white socks and spots thereon. His cognomen plays true to his bearing as a "dandy." He will, for editorial purposes alone, be referred to here as the Newest Friend.
Frodo has forgotten that ten months of canine existence represent the absolute peak of curiosity and exhuberance. Plantlife, religiously treated until now, lies scattered about the Shire. Multi-colored bruises arise, ominously, from the conflagrations of Hobbit skin and shiny front teeth. Voices grow hoarse from repetitive phraseology including words like "come," "sit," and, of course, "No."
There is a personality, and a purpose. The latter being to take note of, to chase, perchance to capture, every single squirrel resident on this slope of the Continental Divide. On four occasions, so far, there has been such breakaway pursuit. It has ended, so far, with an endurance effort by the Hobbit to regain possession before tragedy strikes.
Frodo has always been successful in his efforts to train his canine associates, but now, as time destroys his weaponry, he must admit to the need for some professional help.
What comes to mind is the relationship between the late and lamented Princess Fiona, "the most beautiful girl in the world," and Mick, the Wonder Dog. They had each other as foils whenever the Hobbit failed to meet their collective needs for attention. Sam, evidently, agrees with Frodo, and has already begun to implment ideas about what to name what follows. Sam has been concerned that Frodo may simply collapse on the byways of the Shire in pursuit of similar long-distance efforts generally afforded to Ethiopians who have not eaten in the past two years.
Perhaps the lesson is simple enough, and just maybe the Hobbit isn't as forgetful of struggles long past as alleged. Maybe having two new friends was part of a "stragedy." Let's just not mention that to Sam.
