The Daily Bow-Wow
Upon reaching home, I blew on the horn. The gates promptly swung in. Kale was on his hindlegs. He gave an smart but affectionate salute as I eased the Skoda in.
As I stepped out, I heard his claws tap behind me as he dashed up.
Mutt on, braw. K chha hero? I barked. Same old, same old. Kale replied, wagging, and thrusting his snout towards my face. As I bent down, I could feel his rough warmth as he liberally applied his tongue across my cheeks. Did you bring the anti-tick shampoo? He asked. I made a sheepish face.
Oh, dog! How many nights do I have to howl to get some attention around here? He walked away dejectedly.
KALCHA! I hollered. I just saw his mistress hiding behind the guava tree. What did I say last night? He trotted over, sat on his ass, and gazed at my face. His perpetually sad eyes and the overall imploring look quickly chased away my anger, as I used the last ounce of the emotion to show disgust. Make sure she is out by morning tomorrow, I said as I headed upstairs. And if I see any aftermath of a party, hell will be you.
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The day was past evening, and was way into the nighting routine. As I booted off my laptop, I noticed that Kale had already started conversing with his neighbors. All I could do was just embarrassingly listen as he pitched in his woes in the communal barker multilogues.
I grabbed the concoction in the tumbler marked 'For Kale', opened the windows, aimed and threw at the direction of Kale's voice. I could hear his silent claw-taps as he apparently dodged the incoming splash. That shushed him for a while, though. As I peered down to inspect my score, I could see the reflector in his eyes beaming back the torch light at me. Are you in a barky mood today. I shouted. Keep it under thirty. And wipe off that smirk. You're really gonna get it if else.
Dogs. Do you own them, or do they own you?
As I stepped out, I heard his claws tap behind me as he dashed up.
Mutt on, braw. K chha hero? I barked. Same old, same old. Kale replied, wagging, and thrusting his snout towards my face. As I bent down, I could feel his rough warmth as he liberally applied his tongue across my cheeks. Did you bring the anti-tick shampoo? He asked. I made a sheepish face.
Oh, dog! How many nights do I have to howl to get some attention around here? He walked away dejectedly.
KALCHA! I hollered. I just saw his mistress hiding behind the guava tree. What did I say last night? He trotted over, sat on his ass, and gazed at my face. His perpetually sad eyes and the overall imploring look quickly chased away my anger, as I used the last ounce of the emotion to show disgust. Make sure she is out by morning tomorrow, I said as I headed upstairs. And if I see any aftermath of a party, hell will be you.
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The day was past evening, and was way into the nighting routine. As I booted off my laptop, I noticed that Kale had already started conversing with his neighbors. All I could do was just embarrassingly listen as he pitched in his woes in the communal barker multilogues.
I grabbed the concoction in the tumbler marked 'For Kale', opened the windows, aimed and threw at the direction of Kale's voice. I could hear his silent claw-taps as he apparently dodged the incoming splash. That shushed him for a while, though. As I peered down to inspect my score, I could see the reflector in his eyes beaming back the torch light at me. Are you in a barky mood today. I shouted. Keep it under thirty. And wipe off that smirk. You're really gonna get it if else.
Dogs. Do you own them, or do they own you?
posted by Milan at 9:05 PM
1 Comments:
Give Kalcha a nice pat! Since I am quite wary of dogs, I wouldnt do so myself!! Well, wonderfull tale (or tail :D) By the way, is it just Kalcha's date who waits !!! What about Milan Bau (or bow!) he he.. kidding! Anyways, your sense of humor is Killing! Good job, boy.
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