I bet you didn’t think that you would find me here, sitting on the sidewalk without my chain. It’s okay. It was time for me to grow up. I can’t expect him to chase me down the road forever. It was fun while it lasted. And people say that a dog’s ears flop when they run.
I wonder when he is going to start writing again. Lately, I have written more than he has, and when it comes to writing, I’m a dog. I still hear him up and about but I’m not sure what he’s doing in his office at all hours of the morning. Maybe he’s trading cryptocurrency. That would explain the bowling words he is using. Perhaps he is looking for a new sidekick. I admit I haven’t been protecting him as I should.
He took it pretty hard when I told him I wanted to liberation from his oppressive rules. I’m a Golden, and I’m housebroken. I shouldn’t need a collar or a leash for that matter. He had a fit when it looked like I took a knee at the last event we attended. How can he expect me to stand at attention when some little kid is trying to put his finger in my ear. I like my scratches behind the ear; Thank you, very much. I am still trying to talk my way around holding up a clenched paw in the air.
He doesn’t realize how much I want my own life and I don’t always want to be just a sidekick. I want to get top billing. I bet dog lovers would come in droves to see me. I can’t speak for the cat ladies, but then who can? I have a compelling story. At least five of my siblings were all kidnapped. I was one of 8 siblings growing up on a farm. We minded our own business when a mom and a dad drove up in a mini-van. A pile of kids jumped out and started playing with us. The next thing I knew, the littlest of them put one of my siblings in a box, and they drove off with him in the back of a van. There was only three of us left when it happened to me. I was kidnapped, too. I was crated like a dog. We were in the car for what seemed like days, maybe even weeks, before we ended up where we live now. They let me out to play in the grass, but it isn’t like the farm. There aren’t any big animals around; just a cat, a house cat of all things.
It wasn’t long before he fitted me with a vest and told me that I would be his sidekick. I still am not sure what them means. I feel more like a scapegoat. I get blamed for everything. Even some puddles that I don’t think are mine. I wouldn’t mind the title of sidekick if I were treated like Spock on Star Trek. Now there is a gig that I would like. I would get to drive the spaceship and chase Tribbles around. Tribbles look like a big hamster and probably taste a lot like chicken.
I think my job is to keep him safe and make sure he doesn’t do any stupid. I haven’t been able to stop him from the fattening stuff. I try to steal his ice cream every chance I get. It is for his own good; at least its good for me. I should get back to the grind. He is having me check his grammar now. He should know that there is an app for that, one the understands English, no less. I tired of being chained to a desk. I am so ready to be liberated. I don’t know who reads this stuff anyway.
Don’t worry I won’t run off and leave him stranded. I’m not a beagle. I will stay by his side as long as he wants me around. I know his soft spot. If I give him those sad eyes, I can get a bowl of ice cream out of him every time. Right now, my focus needs to get him writing again. A little more exercise will do him some good as well.
Maybe he needs me to help motivate him. I know, I will jump on his bed and put my paw in his ear. I bet that will wake him up.
Maybe he needs me to help motivate him. I know, I will jump on his bed and put my paw in his ear. I bet that will wake him up.
Thanks for reading,
Ivy, a friend to many, sidekick to one.
I’ll be fine; I can outrun him.