I can say my life has been a series of unfortunate events, but that will be a little over dramatic. I suppose it’s only been the last
6 years that have completely changed me. I am convinced one would be able to
pick up these drastic changes somewhere in my physical composition. Changes this
severe leave scar tissue not only on the soul.
I suppose my black dog was born somewhere in 2012. I have yet to
figure out the breed. At first I thought it was a pavement special mongrel –
the kind I have a huge soft spot for. The underdog who I like to root for in
nature. But as time went by and this dog started to grow, I realised that this
is probably some kind of thoroughbred, expensive giant. Not the kind that runs
around or that has a deep, loud bark. But the kind that sits at your gate and
refuses to let anybody in. It doesn’t even growl. He just draws his upper lip
to show the sheer size of his incisors. That alone is enough.
And at first this is where he stayed - at home. But as years went by
and he grew up, the malaised giant started to walk with me. When I dare to stop
and lay down it would sometimes come and lay right on my chest.
I hate that dog. Which is a very difficult thing for me to say as I love
all dogs. And like most, when he was still a puppy I figured that I could
handle him. That it’s just life. Man up, oh pathetic one.
