Dallas Weather Dogs
In the end, we’re all just people, right. This is not the scent, I think I may have lost the trail. I have issues with focus. Not with you. I am following him around through the city because I want him to know that I think there’s no one else worth following. I am a fan. I am also a dog. And it’s a difficult life because the one I live with thinks that playing with me when he first wakes up counts as a real relationship. This isn’t real, it’s just for show, I am only a show dog, a cheap show dog. It has not always been like this. A month ago, when I was still a puppy, it was a very different world. There was only me and only him and once in awhile there was tug of war and most of the time it was a chance to lick, and this was paradise. Dallas is paradise for so many, and places like these are examples of how good things can become.
I don’t know exactly how it started, things going wrong, and I don’t know how I decided to start thinking about other owners, but I do know when. The weatherman comes on in the morning when we are playing and I am happiest. I am finding out more and more that I seem to be subject to enormous suggestions when I am happiest. I do not suspect brainwashing, however. The weatherman comes on the television, and there is a crowd of frightened people from Iowa, they are staying at a hotel, and they are enjoying the city, and they brought their dog.
The weatherman looks at the dog and pets the dog, and pets the dog as if he loved dogs. This is someone who loves dogs. And it is not even morning. Since then, I dream of a better life, one where I can love and be loved, freely, without limitations, and without too many high pitched sounds that will make me bark. I cannot help it. I have to bark. I have to find him. His heart is large and his hands are large and he loves to love dogs when it is not morning.
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