At the back of our yard grows a great thorny hedge, as dense as the thicket that grew up around Sleeping Beauty’s castle those hundred years she slept. In the winter and early spring, when the branches are bare, you can just see through to the yard on the other side. This winter, Pepper became interested in the thicket and what lay beyond: a big brown dog named Jake.
One late afternoon, as on many others, Pepper dashed straight to the thicket. She stood, waiting and watching, until Jake realized she was there. He dashed up to his fence – just visible – and barked his loudest, friendliest greetings. Pepper rarely barks back. She just gazes, her tail wagging furiously. If she has a frisbee in her mouth, she drops it. Sometimes she runs back and forth along the border of the thicket and he follows, barking all the while.
When we came back in, Pepper went straight to the loveseat in the kitchen while I sat down at the computer. She was strangely silent. Everything about her drooped, from her feathery tail to her soft shaggy ears. I left the computer and sat down beside her. “You’re not acting like yourself, Peppy,” I observed. “Where’s the little black tornado I know and love?”
She sighed in her doggish way, which sounds kind-of like “Pssshhhhhhhew.” “I’m depressed,” she replied.
“Dearest Peppercorn,” I asked gently, holding her head in my hands. “What’s wrong?”
“You know…” She couldn’t seem to finish her sentence.
I thought I might know.
“Is it something about – Jake?”
She averted her eyes but answered. “Yes. I figured something out today,” she revealed. “I am never going to get to him, and he is never going to get to me.”
Oh dear. She was right. This is a hard fact.
Then she perked up. “But you could take off the outside collar, the mean buzzy one that keeps me out of the thicket! I could make my way through and jump over the fence! We could chase each other and wrestle and play with tug toys together!”
“Oh Peppy, we have to leave that collar on,” I told her regretfully. “It helps you know where our yard ends and other people’s yards begin. And it’s not safe in the thicket. There are snakes and possums and maybe even coyotes sometimes. Also ticks, spiders and chiggers. Plus it’s basically an impenetrable thicket.”
“Maybe he could jump over his fence and come through the thicket and we could play?” she asked hopefully. “He’s not scared of the thicket! I know he’s not scared.”
“Oh Peppy,” I said again, sadly. “The thicket isn’t safe for him either.”
“So it’s just like I thought.” She curled up tight, not even wanting belly scratches.
I petted her head and stroked her back. I was sad, too. We sat in silence for a while.
“I have an idea,” I ventured. “Maybe you would feel a little better if we made up a story? A story about you, and Jake, and the hedge. Maybe other dogs who hear the story will also feel a little less discouraged and sad if they are feeling discouraged and sad.”
She stayed curled up in her ball but lifted her head ever so slightly.
“Maybe…” she whispered.
“Let’s try,” I said. “I’ll start it. Once upon a time, there lived a handsome brown dog with chestnut curls and a collar as red as blood. His bark was warm and strong and loud. He lived beyond the great wild thicket, the great wild dangerous thicket where all the great wolves prowled…”
“And he was a happy dog,” Pepper continued, “A happy dog who loved to run and chase frisbees and play with tug toys. He lived in the yard outside a great castle and was very happy except for one thing. Beyond the thicket, there lived a beautiful black dog with hair as soft as silk, and she was a happy dog, except for one thing…”
“So one day, the beautiful black dog decided to brave the thicket, the great wild dangerous thicket where all the great wolves prowled, but she didn’t know what dangers lie ahead….”
“She didn’t know, but she didn’t fear, and the beautiful black dog went into the woods…”
* * *
In the immortal words of Steven Sondheim…
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
No need to be afraid there- [BAKER] There’s something in the glade there… [ALL] Into the woods,
But careful not
To lose the way.
Into the woods,
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?
Into the woods
To get the thing
That makes it worth
into the woods- [STEPMOTHER & STEPSISTERS] To see the King- [JACK & MOTHER] To sell the cow- [BAKER & WIFE] To make the potion- [ALL] To see-
To go to the Festival-!
Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Into the woods,
Then out of the woods,
And home before it’s dark!
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fair haired maiden with a sharp mind and a sharp pencil whose boisterous canine companion begged to be immortalized in a children’s book…
xoxo dear Christina… and “boisterous” is such a perfect word for her!!
I agree! Your voice reminds me of an earlier, simpler era — maybe A.A. Milne? Your Pepper stories are delightful.
I am dying with happiness that you would say that. You’ve called me out on my model, who I only came to recognize as my model after I’d written a few Pepper pieces. Thank you. xoxo
Love the pepperposts. Still waiting for one recounting the bad note sent home from school, remember? “Pepper gets a Howler”.
Haha! Yes I do need to get that one written up!! Thx Mary Jo!! xoxo
Your post reminded me of a wonderful series of books my son and I read when he was in elementary school. The Down Girl and Sit series by Lucy Nolan is a wonderful set of stories about two dogs who “talk” across the fence in their backyards. Pepper would fit right in with the gang.
I’m sorry I missed those! I will have to take a look at them – thank you!! xoxo