Ninety-nine problems and the bitch is one. Billy says it’s my fault for locking her out that time. She was only outside for half an hour! My question is why didn’t she bark when she heard me heading to the front door? Billie always barks, yeah, his dog’s name is Billie, that would be problem number sixty-five. Anyway, whenever anyone approaches the front door – from inside or outside – the pooch goes ballistic. So why did she go mute that day? It feels like a set-up, you know what I’m saying. I mean, that’s around when things changed. The slightest grievance on Billie’s part is expressed with a nice steaming shit at the front door to greet us. And there is always some issue when I’ve got her on my own. Her plan is working, Billy has less patience for me. I can read the writing on the wall and I’ve started looking for my own place. I just can’t believe I was bested by a dog.
8 min @ my desk, 3.4.13, inspired by abandoned dog situation at Octopus Garden Yoga, College St. TO
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