FknBucky

I open one eye and gaze at the man rolling around making so much noise.  Funny watching him while I’m upside down with my head falling off the corner of the bed.  Wish he would turn the light off and go back to bed, it is still dark outside. The tv is on of course and I see some people talking about blah blah blah, but it is just mindless chatter.  It is just another weekday morning, and the TV never has anything worth a damn on it.  I hear the shower go on, the day has begun.  I watch him brush his teeth, get dressed, and then pack a bag for the day.  Seems meaningless.

I yawn and decide to sit upright keeping an eye on him as he finishes getting ready and wonder why he does this every day.  What is out there?  What could be so important?  Most importantly though I wonder where my ball is??   Ooo clean the inside of my eyes, get all of the sleepy’s out, love the morning rub down.

Still a bit groggy, but stoked for the day, we leave the house for our routine check of the neighborhood perimeter.  We always walk the same beat and I make sure to check out what is different from the prior day, week, or month.  Sometimes a new smell here or a new smell there.  I make sure to smell each pile of poop that some lazy prick left behind.  Look I’d pick it up myself, but that is why I keep the old man around. He’ll get to it.

So we head up on our way and at the first corner we hit a snag.  The rolling genius hit a crack in the sidewalk and fell out of the chair.  He is cursing and not to stoked about it, so I’ll just run over here and smell some bushes.  If I look busy he’ll forget I’m not helping.  There is a slight mist making everything wet which makes crawling back into that chair so much easier I’m sure.  Ahh I don’t even like this bush, but it is better than dealing with that over there.   A car thing is going by real slow looking at the three of us, a person on the ground, a wheelchair nearby, and me hanging out in the bushes.  That is right keep going.

Finally, we can get moving again.  Sometimes he takes forever but I’m patient.  We better start hurrying though I need to poop up here.  There it is, the poop yard that for whatever reason has been the perfect spot every morning for the last six months.  I run around the 15 x 15 foot square until I find the perfect spot to drop anchor.  He laughs because it reminds him of his friends that run around looking for a magazine before they do the same.  Us and them are not so different.  Where’s that fucking ball??

I make a couple of half ass attempts to bury the “anchor” with my back feet, but I know he’ll pick it up.  Ah what is he cursing about now??  Ha ha there was a hole in the bag.  That sucks, one day I’ll train him to check the bag before we leave.  Oh that is funny watching him try to clean his fingers on the wet grass.    Finally we can continue on our way, sometimes waiting for them is so hard.

Nice, its the blonde from down the street.  She is nice and I can’t wait to smell that ass.   Why am I driven to run up and smell every ass in the world including my own sometimes, I have no idea, but it is what I do.  My food giver & poop picker says hello to hers as they do every morning even though they don’t know each others names, and then we continue on our way.   Almost done with this morning check of the neighborhood, and that means it is just about treat time.

I wait patiently on the sidewalk while the food giver goes out and checks the street for cars, wait for it, wait for it, and there it is, a whistle!  That means all clear and I can run across the pavement now.  I run towards the door and keep my feet on the bricks that line the yard, careful not to get into the wet grass.   I love running along those bricks and do it every single morning.  My own little path.  Yep that is right I’m smart.

In the house we go straight to the kitchen and I know which cupboard to wait by.  He smiles and gives me more pets & rubs as he rolls by to get my morning piece of rawhide.  Funny how he asks me to sit, shake with both hands, and then lay down before I get it.  Laying here on the floor, I see the jealousy in his eyes as he heads for the door.  Wonder where he goes all day??  There’s that ball.

FknMurph