I don't know what came over me. Maybe I have some weird addiction like what monkey boys and girls get. Maybe... and I shudder to think it... I'm getting addicted to this here niceness.
Arrrrgggggg!!!
There I've gone and said it! Causes me fits it does! I'm a demon from the first ring of hell!
But the puppy was a friendly bugger...
And he didn't run away from me the other night...
And he had a ball...
Yes... I went back and played ball again with Tank. That's me new friends name. At least he's a Rottweiler. In that movie "Damien" they made about the AC the hellhounds were all Rottweilers. That makes me feel a little bit better, it does.
So we played ball for about a half hour or so and guess who walks out the back porch into the back yard? Bucky's little blond girl! Bucky didn't tell me she had no puppy dog. Once again I was caught flat footed and speechless. I swear they're going to kick me out of the hellfire club if they find any of this out.
"Hello," she says pretty as pink with her button nose, perfect little girl smile and bright blue eyes. I had to do everything I could to keep from retching.
"Good evening miss. I hope you don't mind me tossing the ball to yer mate."
"That's OK. He likes to play all the time."
"I did notice that. He's one right friendly little chap."
"My name's Sara. What's yours?"
"They call me Aimless."
"Hi Aimless. Let's play monkey in the middle and Tank can be the monkey."
So there I was last night tossing the ball back and forth with the little blond girl and a puppy dog. Looked like a snapshot Norman Rockwell would have taken. I can't say I'm proud about it. I can't say I won't do it again, but at least I've gone and got it off me chest.
Bucky's not talking to me anymore... he found out about the puppy.
- Aimless
