Chetspeak on Sunday
We went through the backyard, out the gate and into the canyon. The canyon is one of the nicest things about living on Mesquite Road. It’s actually in the middle of the Valley, this whole city, or maybe bunch of cities, I’d never been clear on that, that goes on and on in all directions but was practically invisible from where we stood. Is that cool or what? I’ve lived in other places, namely the Academy kennel and before that a falling-down apartment with some drunks, not too nice, when I was just a pup, but this, with Bernie, was the best, the best that ever could be. Right now he was bobbing up and down on his toes a bit, throwing punches at the air. Soon he started running, sort of, up the gravelly trail that led to the hill with the big flat rock on top and then wound along a high ridge.
Human running: not a thing of beauty, and all that effort to produce so little speed, kind of puzzling. To rev Bernie up a bit, I charged around him in circles, first one way, then the other, then this crazy thing I do of both ways at once, or pretty close.
“Chet.” Bernie huffed and puffed. “You’re making me dizzy.”
– from Thereby Hangs a Tail.
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