Dogs!
I would stumble out my door at around 5:30 am to begin my deliveries. Wandering peaceful neighborhoods, coherence warming the fog from my mind in the early morning light. Suddenly, the realization that you have in immediate choice rips through your consciousness – fight or flee! A huge hairy snarling creature is charging and for an eternity all blood drains from your brain and your knee joints seem to have cemented together...
I really like most dogs - especially when I'm not toting a newspaper bag! My roommate Jesse really doesn't car for them. He hates it when they sit four feet away with expectant eyes; waiting, almost knowing that eventually and inevitably you will beckon them over. I think he really hates that the dog knows this!
I identify with dogs. One morning I visited my favorite resteraunt, Mainstreet Overeasy. As I strolled in a large black dog calmly lay in the hallway; his large charcoal head patiently resting on paws waiting for his master. Never in my life have I seen a dog and instantly thought, “This is the dog I want to own!” As I knelt down to pet him, he actually snubbed me! But this was not a hauty poodle-snub, as he turned his head I saw total devotion to another man written in his eyes. My affection bore no importance. The very thing that irritates Jesse proves immensely attractive to me. The loyalty, companionship and trust. The simple and sheer delight displayed at a kind word or gesture. Obediance flows from this, dare I say, intimacy?!!





















