It's not really a bad thing, but still, he can't help it. It's a problem many of us face -if, like Jack and I, you are really good looking- where people force some idea on you. As if what I look like is any indication of who I am. For Jack, it's an issue of gender, where as most people think I am just a good looking playboy.
I don't know how many times people have to be told that it's a male dog. No: I don't care what he looks like or what you thought. Jack is a male.
Anyway, I digress....
I wanted to write about Jack and my recent trip and our more important move. That's right: we have a new address. We were there for all of fifteen minutes before we left, but have now spent a night there and have found it acceptable. Jack doesn't care much for the height of the ceilings (14ft) and the new floor (no traction when he practices his kung-fu), but he thinks it's funny that I am il-equipped to live alone. Yesterday he was helping me put in the fridge and stove (just like camping and hobo-ing: first thing to do is set up the kitchen) and he couldn't believe I didn't own a broom, trash can, or basic cleaning utensils. He also found it funny that a guy who spends hours in the bathtub wouldn't have a shower curtain.
Still, it is a good place. Last night we got a huge storm and had no issue with water coming in through the windows. Both Jack and I love to watch storms, which is cool cause the one we had last night couldn't have been ignored.
Over the weekend I took Jack down to meet my extended family and leave him there while I did my military thing. It was a good drill, and when I returned Saturday, Jack was having fun with my family. The kids all love to play with him, and he loves to run. It was a good time: little sleep, good company, and an early day.
The trip home was a good one for Jack to experience: we left late and slept on a wayside for a couple of hours. A hot night, but sleep overtook us. I needed the rest, and spent the brief break in the arms of a beautiful girl, soft with dark hair, before I was awakened to the panting of my sidekick. He was ready to go, and while I wanted no more than to return to the arms of my dream lover, a quick check showed we were only an hour or so from sunrise and a new day. Back on the road. Jack went back to sleep, and I let the memory of her fade.
I should have gotten her name, but I think I may know her...
1 comment:
You, Mr. Bates, are an interesting read!
And I am wondering...
How is Jack these days? Have you kept in touch?
Have you become the owner of a broom, trash can or cleaning utensils?
Was the shower curtain purchase avoided? Baths are much more relaxing; a better place to think! Though something can be said for the rush of a cold shower, or the soothing pulse of a massaging shower head.
Last but not least...have you run into your dream girl again? Did you ask her name this time or has the memory of her completely faded? Do tell.
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