Chet Sees Bernie For The First Time
A convertible pulled into the lot. I’d never been in a convertible and it was one of my strongest desires ever since the time, back in my puppy days, that I’d seen a dog riding shotgun in a topless lowrider. I’d been living in a crack house in the worst part of Vista City at the time, but that’s not the point. The point is that the gangbanger dog was loving it! And I knew I’d love it, too.
This particular convertible, which parked close by, wasn’t shiny and new like the yellow car, but old and dented, the body sandblasted down to no color at all. The driver got out and looked around. He was a pretty big guy, although not as big as the two dudes who’d taken the yellow car. I tended to watch big guys carefully. This particular big guy wore a Hawaiian shirt with palm trees on it. I was a fan of Hawaiian shirts, and also of palm trees. We’ve got palm trees out the yingyang here in the Valley; I’d marked lots of them, but had many more to go.
The Hawaiian shirt guy saw me and came closer. Human faces are a big subject, no time to go into it now. This guy had a strong face. I was familiar with strong faces on men. Those strong faces often had a mean part as well. This one didn’t. No meanness that I could see, although neither would I have called it a happy face. He came right up to the cruiser.
From A Cat Was Involved, now downloadable from the usual places ($.99!).
Welcome Storm, Misty Rose, and Ripley, Roy & Tara from Down Under.
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