Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-18 10:14 PM
My Traumatic Day.
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You gotta understand I wake up like shot from a cannon. I grab my chew horn and QUANK QUANK QUANK it good. It’s a great day just like yesterday. I start it by quanking my horn. I follow my People downstairs and go outside. The grass is always cold and sometimes wet. I avoid it if possible. We feed Bigblack. This morning we make it to the picnic table before he appears, scooting up to the path like he owns the place with his big backend so heavy it about weights him down. I pretend to smell something by the fountain.
Today my People at home decides to go places, and I want to go, too. I have a seat for their autos, one that puts me up high so I can see out of the windows. Chihuahuas are short, as you probably know. My People jangles her keys and I dance at the garage door, and the next thing I know, I am invited into the People’s auto for a ride-see. I can’t wait.
We go to Pete’s. I know my People will be a while. I watch her until she disappears. I curl up in my auto seat. I doze. I hear something. Pit Bull in the auto next to mine drools down his half-open window. I turn my head and doze again. I dream that Labrador and Poodle are with me and Poodle is looking for food under the auto seat. Labrador is watching out the auto window. The auto’s locks spring open and my People is there, feeding me bits of egg. I love dozing at Pete’s.
If the day had stopped there, I would be happy tonight. But it didn’t. People decides she needs to go more places, and I am trapped. For hours. Days, maybe. Time has no meaning. I wanted a ride-see, not an all-day excursion boat. By the time we finally pull up in our drive, I am comatose. I pee several gallons in the back yard before I go in to fall down on the slumber ball. Who knew ride-sees could be so exhausting?
Tonight that same People puts me up on the kitchen counter to wash dried food from the back of my head. It’s a long story. She washes, washes, washes. Then she walks away. If the other People hadn’t walked in for a cup of tea, I might still be up on that counter, shivering between Cat’s fish food and the edge of the world as I know it.
I need to rest. Tomorrow, I’ll be shot from a cannon and ready for anything.
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