Damn Dog

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.