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Feb 27

The lonely mystic

Posted on Wednesday, February 27, 2013 in Family

They say that every story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Mine is not so much like that. Mine is very much an in-between sort of story.

Everything hurts today, it’s that season. Everyone else spins around me, like leaves do when it’s windy and they catch a moment with themselves and decide to whirl around each other… there is no explanation for this behaviour, it just is. They pat me on the head sometimes as they whir by, or brush my fur. That’s nice, but I wish they’d choose a moment when I’m off duty to do so.

I had to do my protection duties from the couch today, blast this stupid knee. I did leave it twice for rasher rinds and once for a pee, but they’re worth the effort. I deserved them.¬†Little do they know that it’s thanks to me that my animals are alive at all today.

Men with complicated noises came and did things too close to us this morning. I had to yell at them a lot to make sure that they kept their distance but one or two were brave enough to knock… to ACTUALLY KNOCK on our house. Smells erratic. Suspicions rife. I hackled-up and gave my last warnings ¬†to scare them away. It hurt to stand up and it ached my running parts but that is my job. I barked my loudest bark and showed the teeth that aren’t broken and I snarled. Boss told me to shut up. What does he know. Best Friend thanked me by giving me biscuits. I think she understands me, even if I don’t understand her, and her need to plait my tail.

The smallest one hugged me.

I like him. He’s the same height as me so when I speak to him, he really pays attention. He shouted with me, at the men with complicated noises… he stood my ground, but then he fell over and cried. What a part-timer.

So now I’m back on my couch, the couch that smells of me and me alone. The fire roars, and I am too hot, but I am happy. I pant. Boss pets me. There’s a tick behind my ear but I won’t tell him that yet, it can wait, I’ll let it have its fun.

One thing confuses me. When she puts her nose in my fur and huffs and makes a warm spot, she says a word that I’ve heard before. I can’t remember what the word is, but it’s a soft word. And it smells nice. She says it sometimes and makes her eyes big and squeezes me and ruffles my ears. I don’t know why she bothers, when ‘good-dog’ will suffice. So many words these animals use, but so little need.

Bring on the comments

  1. Granny says:

    Love it, love It.

  2. “So many words these animals use, but so little need.” So so very true.

  3. cat says:

    christ that was a good read *dabs eyes* i miss my dog

  4. Jo says:

    Ah, sweet :)

  5. Kirk M says:

    Very good. Very good indeed. I’ve had many companions of the canine persuasion during the course my life and your post brought back memories of just about all of them. I love the that you referred to him as a “mystic”. I always thought they were.

  6. Ginger Mick says:

    Are you still in the land of the living?

  7. Brianf says:

    Earth calling K8!
    Come in K8!
    CQ CQ CQDX CQ

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