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A Guy And His Dog.

Posted: November 26th, 2010 | Author: | 1 Comment »

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted but I’m getting warmed up for 2 Pages/2 Voices, so here goes…


A GUY in his mid-thirties is sitting on a bench with a DOG at his feet.

He’s in no rush to go nowhere, but the dog wants to be running.


Dog. Whadda you know about the world?

The dog stares at him stupidly.


You don’t know about mortgages or health insurance or car payments or college loans or speeding tickets.

The expression doesn’t change.


But I guess you don’t know about girls and music and baseball and air-o-planes either. You’re just a dog, they never teach you that stuff. They don’t teach you about potential and dreams and job interviews. You just sleep and walk and eat and pee.

The dog scratches behind it’s ear with a hind leg.


I wish I could be a dog sometimes. But no one never told you about clouds and buildings and other dogs. They didn’t teach you about getting older and about death and about living.


What’s a birthday to you ‘cept another chew toy? But birthdays come and go and we rip pages off the calendar ‘til it’s time to buy new ones. That’s it... “Made it through another year? Tear the sheet and buy a new one!” Congratulations! Start over, make new resolutions, set new goals.

The guy thinks a second.


But you don’t make resolutions or set goals. You sleep and walk and eat and pee. It doesn’t occur to you that a day’s gone by, none’less a month, a year. It doesn’t occur to you that you’re in the same spot you were last year, same spot as the year before and the year before that.

The dog patiently sits, not understanding a word the man is saying but listening nonetheless.


You don’t know what it’s like to sit still, to waste time. Me? I do. I know what it’s like to keep checkin’ your watch as you mark the days and months, wishing that second hand would stop movin’ jus for a little bit.

The dog looks at a bird in the distance, overcomes the instinct to chase it.


You don’t know that you need to keep movin’ to feel alive, to feel like you’ve accomplished something. I know that.

Dog looks back up at him. The bird’s gone now.


I just don’t know how ta do it sometimes.

He throws the stick away. The dog flinches, thinks about going after it, but stays anchored in his spot.


Why’m I even talkin’ to you like this? Yer jus a dog.

He sits back on the bench. The dog patiently waits by his side.


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One Comment on “A Guy And His Dog.”

  1. 1 Maureen said at 7:50 pm on July 5th, 2015:

    mipos ta stelexi tou potioikly symboyliou tou den theloun na toy poun aytomipos ypopsifioi exoun stisei paramagaza pisw apo tin plati tou thanou tazontas diafora?mipos ola ta xorta ston kipo tou den einai xlora alla yparxoun kai zizania pu kaine kai ta xlora kai ton arxigo toysmipws ekei stin drasi kapoioi xaironte?

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