Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-01 12:56 PM
Horns and Crackles.
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I didn’t know what all the commotion was. The door to the terrace wasn’t open far enough for me to squeeze through and sniff the air. I thought I’d smelled Rat earlier, but then the People had made me come in and pulled the door to. When it all started up, I was sound asleep in my igloo. Which isn’t really an igloo but is thick with goose feathers that I can burrow into. In my dream, I could hear the People watching Animal Precinct. TiVo. In my dream, AnneMarie Lucas was saving me from my life on the streets.
Then came the horns and crackles, blasting me from AnneMarie Lucas’s arms and from my warm igloo. Straight to the door. Open enough for the width of a snout. More horns. More crackles in the street. I lost control and barked like Chihuahua, Apple Head—sharp and soprano. I disgusted even myself. The People laughed while I jumped at the door, sucked street air into my little pig snout, and still couldn’t make out where all the noise came from. It went on for a while. Every time the horns blew and the crackles popped, I felt my head jerk back and heard Apple Head sounds coming from me. I couldn’t help it. My People called me back to bed. On Animal Precinct, dogs pranced after balls in their new People’s back yards. I wasn’t happy, but I hopped up on the bed. My igloo needed fixing. I managed while I kept one ear toward the street beyond the terrace. After a while, I lay down in full deer-tuck.
This morning, we all got Greenies and happy new years.
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