Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-20 11:24 PM
Give Me the Night.
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We generally sleep all day. It’s the best way to pass time while we wait for the People. When the lights come on in the den, and when the day grows cool with evening, I stretch and nose around. Poodle is in her slumber ball in the office. Labrador is curled up tight in her slumber ball. I wake Poodle and tell her it’s time. To the terrace! To the deck door! To the gate! To the terrace! Labrador doesn’t lift her head.
When the People come, we stick our heads through the railing and watch them over the balcony. Their autos. In, back, out, drive, out, in, the garage door rattling down. It vibrates my pads. Across the terrace, through the office, down the stairs, down the hall, to the door. I listen. Home. The People are home. The People are h-o-m-e.
We twirl, we leap, we sniff, we laugh, we cannot stop our tails.
Food then, and plenty of it. Water dish washed and filled again. Shots and pills and then to the outside, our evening constitutional. If it’s snappy outside, I know there will be a fire and laps and the smell of chicken frying. Poodle stands guard in the kitchen. I quank my chew toy in the den while Labrador goes through her paces.
I sit below the plates in case any chicken drops.
We all settle down. Labrador and Poodle share the slumber ball in front of the fire. I go lap to lap to lap to lap until I find one to my liking. The People TiVo Oprah. Oprah loves dogs. I love Oprah. I close my eyes and let Oprah’s voice fall me fast asleep. Sometimes I can’t move from that spot until the TV pops off, and then we’re all outside again for our before-bed barkathon, led by yours truly who knows when Rat has been eating Bigblack’s leftovers and when SkunkStripe is still in the neighborhood. We don’t live in the wilds, but wild things live with us. And I’m not talking about Poodle.
Tonight I know Rat’s hanging around. I can smell his cigar and feel his BB eyes shooting at me through the darkness. I lift my nose to the air and then go wild as Rat, hustling and huffing from corner to corner to streetside to gate. No Apple Head yap comes from me tonight, I am all business. I am Ella the Circus Dog. Chihuahua, Deer. No Rat will go unsmelled tonight.
Oh. Greenies. Okay.
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