Last night, a dog and a bad, bad smell
I can’t sleep.
The dog has stretched out to occupy the space that normally is occupied by a 2xx lbs., 6′4″ man and is encroaching on my space.
The dog farts and it is vile. So vile, in fact it reminds me of the time, at the old house when late one evening after we’d gone to bed, the dog released some of his noxious fumes. The smoke detector went off. I kid you not! To be safe, we naturally checked the entire house for flame, smoke or other hazard and found no other explanation than the silent, deadly emissions of the dog.
Despite his foul release, I let him stay on the bed, knowing that in his canine dreams he is my knight, my Secret Service agent dog, my protector, ready to alert me should anything be amiss.
In his other, peaceful dreams, when all is well and we’re present and accounted for, the dog is a rap star, stage name, C. Lover.
When asked, I’ll tell you I never wanted a dog. It’s true and ironic that this pain-in-the-ass that was thrust upon me is now my constant companion, my knight (Sir Cloves), my agent (code name Clover), my hip-hop, rap master C.
May 12th, 2006 at 2:47 pm
I never had a dog, I only know what I read or what people tell me about theirs.
You really gave me a chuckle about your dog causing the alarm to off. It had to be really bad!
Like every thing else, there is good and bad - people and dogs, they have there good points and their bad points.
I guess the good out weighs the bad. What are you going to do. (Hold your breath)