Campfire Fun (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)

The hippie in the vest was called Disco; the other one was Crash. Crash produced some Slim Jims, tore one into little bits for Princess, tossed me a whole one, and soon another, and another, and maybe another after that. Night fell. Crash and Disco tried to build a fire but it went out. We all sat around where the fire would have been. Crash and Disco downed some beers, got going on another joint, a big fat one. The smoke drifted over to me and Princess in heavy clouds. Always enjoyed that smell. Princess stretched, lay down beside me, closed her eyes. I gazed at the stars and all sorts of thoughts went tumbling through my mind, way too fast to keep up, so I didn’t even try. Except for missing Bernie, I felt pretty good. Soon I was just thinking about Bernie: his smell, how far he could throw the tennis ball when we played fetch, the slight limp from his wound when he got tired.

Later Crash switched on some music. They sang along, something about In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Baby. Nothing like Roy Eldridge and his trumpet, but not too bad. I sang along, too, doing my woo-woo kind of thing. Crash and Disco loved that, did some woo-wooing of their own.

“Maybe he’s jonesin’ for another Slim Jim,” said Crash.

“Only one left,” said Disco, “and I got the munchies.”

So I didn’t get a Slim Jim, which I suddenly wanted very badly. Maybe I had the munchies, too, whatever they were. But Crash and Disco were good guys, and they liked me. As my eyes closed and I sank into a lovely fuzziness, I heard them talking about how big and strong I was, and how much I might be worth.

Notes from Admin: Lots of stories out there about dogs and people falling through ice. Careful! Also Jill Abramson at the New York Times has a nice blog going about puppies.


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5 Responses to “Campfire Fun (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)”

  1. Cosmo
    10:18 am on January 12th, 2010

    Wow – watch out Chet, be careful with those guys. I know what you mean about the fuzziness, it's a great feeling – Mom hasn't gotten to this part of the book yet, so it's nice to get a taste of what's coming! Mom is SO slow with this book it's getting ridiculous! She said she has another book out from the library that she has to finish 'cause it's overdue and someone's waiting for it. Why she can't just stop that one and get it another time is beyond me! Hope all my friends of Chet buddies are doing grand! I had a great walk in the snow today, but I have to go to the vet tomorrow and you know what that means……..the car.

  2. Melanie
    1:31 pm on January 12th, 2010

    Our Mac is feeling fuzzy. Sat in Dan's lap all the way home from the vet's. That's 158 lbs of dog.

    Nothing like being a bit fuzzy and needing a lap or a Bernie!

    Surgery went well, will know more later.

  3. Ivy
    3:38 pm on January 12th, 2010

    Cosmo, You can do it. I know you can. It will be alright.

    Mac? Surgery? I must have missed a post. Abby and I wish Mac a full recovery. Poor Dan…158 lbs? Yikes.


  4. Wookie of Chevy Chas
    3:47 pm on January 12th, 2010

    Hey Cosmo. I know that you will do just fine in the car tomorrow, I have full confidence in you. Just take it from me, your buddy Wookie, and think positive thoughts, like what would Chet do. He would ride shotgun and just take it all in. And good luck at the vet; not always my favorite place, although I have been getting acupuncture for the last few months from a vet (to help me stay more agile and limber), which is actually quite enjoyable.


    P.S. — My mom and dad are so slow too; they are into this savoring thing. Only one chapter a night, can you believe it. Glad they don't take that approach to treats!

  5. Rebecca Rice
    5:12 pm on January 12th, 2010

    Hi Cosmo. Have your mom bring lots of treats in the car. I'm serious. It's pretty hard to feel totally terrified when you're smelling and eating something awesome.

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