dogs like to chase tennis balls, some sticks. Mine likes to chase a little red
dot. At the dog park, I can park my butt on a bench and wave my laser pointer
around for hours. She loves it.
that, unless you want pain,” ordered a voice from behind.
Bruce is an attack dog, trained to attack. You wave that red dot around, he
sees a gun with laser sighting. He will attack.”
owner liked the word attack.
shook his head deliberately. “He’s hidden, and you’ll never see him coming.”
They say pets and their owners eventually become one. Like they start to look like each other or act the same way. Well, a buddy of mine has a puppy who won’t eat out of her bowl. She growls and sniffs the kibble and eventually chomps a mouthful of it and races out of the room, then hides under the dining table, spits it all out in a pile and eats it, bit by bit, until it’s gone. Then she runs back for more, chomps another mouthful, and does it all over again.
That’s how my buddy eats at buffets.
Her favorite thing was to lie in
the grass, out past the barn where the hills sloped away. It was best in the
evening when the air blew cool and the earth was still warm. It felt like lying
on the belly of a sleeping beast, where she felt small and safe. The grass whispered
around her and she’d melt away, until Crowley found her and licked her cheeks.
Between licks, he’d sniff her face in quick, wet bursts, then stop licking
mid-lick, and when her eyes opened and found his big eyes fixed on her —
It was perfect.