Chetspeak on Sunday: C&B Meet Princess, the Show Dog
The huge dark eyes shifted over to Bernie. For the first time that I’d seen, Princess began to move under her own power. Hard to describe it, exactly. Her little legs were going quite fast, a quick trot, you might call it, or even running, but she was hardly getting anywhere. She reached the edge of the tarmac –
“Not on the ground, Princess,” said Adelina. “It’s dirty.”
– and kept on, around a dusty thick-leaved plant – where I’d have lifted my leg, for sure, and almost to the Porsche. Princess gazed at it, then trotted back, her legs almost a blur. And her eyes: was that an anxious look I saw? I was almost feeling sorry for her – how crazy was that? – when she regained the tarmac and stopped near Bernie. Then, eyes right on him, but expressionless now, at least as far as I could tell – she squatted.
“Good girl,” Adelina said.
A yellowish pool began to spread across the tarmac. It got bigger and bigger, shockingly so. The smell was – I’ll admit it – fascinating. But that wasn’t the important part. The important part was the fact of the yellowish pool expanding quickly, the lead edge closing in on Bernie’s shoes, black leather lace-ups with an interesting smell of their own, speaking of smells. We’ll save that for later. The point now was that growing lake on the tarmac and the way Princess kept her eyes on Bernie the whole time.
“A long flight,” Bernie said, stepping away.
– from Thereby Hangs A Tail.
Welcome New Year celebrant, go-getting dude.
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