DOG STORY
December 14th
jallenmartin
"I don't have time to explain to you what the changing seasons really mean, I'm already late for work." Paul said as he checked his reflection in the mirror and then walked out of the house, locking the door behind him.
I drag myself into the living room and plop down on the rug because that's what dogs do. Yep. I'm a dog. I'm a dog and I've got a crazy master who is always talking to me. I guess I'm his only friend. The guy really needs to get out more. So, I just spend most of the day right here, sleeping, blinking, and smelling bad. I am a dog and this is my life. Pretty boring stuff. My master on the other hand, well, as you can already tell, he's a nut. So, if you have nothing better to do, keep reading and I'll tell you all about this crazy guy I live with named Paul.
I was first introduced to Paul as a pup, I was more than a few months old, but under a year, and I'm not going to take the time to convert dog years to people years, so, as far as this book is concerned, let's put our differences aside and just let a year be a year. Whatever.
Let�s get back to the story. Yeah, Paul was nutty even then. I was just hanging around, being small and very cute. I was not the only pup, I had several brothers and sisters. My brothers and sisters and I would always romp around. We'd get into various types of trouble whenever we could. I liked to do things like steal the paper or a slipper, if one were available. Sometimes it was fun to knock over our water bowl or food dish. And, there were times when we would, of course, bite off more than we could chew. Sometimes my brothers and sisters and I liked to chase cats and other animals, especially chickens. But, like I said, sometimes we'd bite off more than we could chew. Then there would be one of us little brown puppies running back to mother with an angry hen flapping after us, all the way back to the dog house. Other times, we'd come crawling back with bleeding scratches across our faces from a disgraceful tangle with the wrong cat.
At least, that's how life went up until I met Paul, and then everything absolutely changed. When Paul first walked up to our doghouse with Master Jeremy, we had no idea that one of us would be leaving, for good. Actually, I think Mom might have known, but if she did, she didn't let on.
Paul had on dirty white sneakers and a red flannel shirt. He bent down with Master Jeremy to look inside at all of us pups.
"Well, I think this one here will do. Is this one a boy?"
And then I was lifted out of the house completely against my will. I tried to scratch at Paul's back, thinking maybe a little misbehavior would make him choose a different pup. Don't get me wrong, I love my brothers and my sisters, and I miss them very much, but at such a time as this, you can think of no one but yourself. "Take them, please! Please don't take me!" I whimpered, but it was to no avail. The sad puppy eyes didn't even help, and the next thing I knew, I was in Paul's truck.
Now, keep in mind that this was the first time I had ever been in a truck. Keep in mind that this was the only time I'd ever really been away from my family, and I knew there was no way to get back. Even though I was heartbroken, I believe I was more scared. At first I hid myself underneath a big flannel coat next to Paul. Soon, though, I poked my head out. Looking around, I could see a lot of things I'd never seen before, and there was one thing I had seen before, but never like this! I had seen trees before, I had seen sky before, but never in my life had I seen them fly by so fast! I loved it. I mean, sure, I was still scared and heartbroken and all that stuff, but, you know, I kinda just pushed those things aside for a moment and imagined I was going really fast. 'Man, those chickens wouldn't be able to catch me now,' I thought.
The next thing I know, the outside has stopped moving. Paul got outside the truck and had the door open. I walk to the edge of the seat and look down, but there is no way I'm going to jump down. 'If you expect me to jump, then you really are a nut,' I thought, but then Paul picked me up and took me inside his house. Back then, Paul's house didn't have my favorite rug. I can't remember when it showed up, but we'll get to all of that later. I first have to tell you how I knew Paul was insane on this very first day we met.