Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-02-20 1:49 PM
The Long Weekend.
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I love the days when the People are home. All week I rest up while they go off and come back, go off and come back. Even if I don’t hear them talk about the weekend, I know when it’s here. I count pretty good. I am Chihuahua, Deer, and I count better than a trick horse. Five long sleeps, and the People are home for two long sleeps.
They take me everywhere. I sit up high in my auto seat, closer to the winter sun than when I have my feet on the ground. I need to be warm. The highest I get to the sun is when I sleep on the cushion of the deck chair on the terrace. On winter days like these, as soon as I feel the heat on my hide, I close my eyes and take a deep breath and slip into that space between awake and not, between knowing and not, between barking and silence, between pants and deep breathing. It is my spa.
The People tell me my eyes are hazel and they can see right through them when I look toward the sun. I do not know what hazel means, but I am sure it is good. I am perfect in every way.
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