Saturday, October 28, 2006

A dog looks like his owner

i just brought russ out for a walk. his shit is stinky, almost human. he had a good clean bath today but what smart-ass clever thing did he do, but to pee and walk all one leg into the yellowing fizzly puddle. now what appears to be made by a one legged dog are quirky paw prints plunging suicidal in all directions.

i like looking down at him while he trots around by my side, his ears flopping up down up down. He doesn't seem to mind what big ears he has. only kids and dogs have that ability to make us smile without knowing so. he has a whole gamut of emotions. i don't think, i know. But i guess it's that mother child syndrome, we all like to think our new-born baby has more feelings than others. I see him smile. i can tell when his eyes light up and the whites of his eyes glaze over when he sees something chewable. Sometimes when his sleeping, i pull at his whiskers or fat lips and he either puts a paw out to push my hand away or trots to another corner. Sometimes he sighs, sometimes he farts. But mostly he just thinks his one of us, and lunges up into the car when we're about to go out and happily settles below the seats.

His not a big-boned australian bred retriever, just a diminutive sort of version. compact i call it. just nice. a pocket dog. But he thinks his the biggest dog around. but you know what they say, when a little guy doesn't know his little, he can do great big things, oh yes he can.

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