Friday, January 25, 2008

Four Scenes with Pit Bull

Otis was lying on the couch when I walked in the room.
You did it, didn’t you? he said.
Don’t start, I said.
How could you do it? You had everything you needed. Was your life so difficult?
We make mistakes, I said. Remember? You crapped on the carpet two nights ago. Mistakes.
You fed me cottage cheese, he pointed out.
Still, I said.
He shook his head. You did it.

We went for a walk in the woods. I took off his leash and he ran down the cedar bark trail, a huge toothy smile on legs. Just run, his smile said, just run, just run, just feel the beauty of running! I ran after him in my thick hiking boots, and felt young.

At the ballfield he refused to return the tennis balls I threw.
That’s not the game, I said. I throw them, you bring them back. You know this.
He scoffed. Why be a slave to convention?
I was at a loss for words. Because that’s not the game, I finally said.
He ran in ever widening circles, holding a tennis ball.

Otis was lost in the woods. I called out his name; it echoed across the valley. Three men in florescent yellow jackets were putting cedar bark on the trail and I asked them if they’d seen a brown and white dog, running. They hadn’t. I walked back and forth across the valley, calling his name.


Blogger Jennifer said...

Josh, you DID find him...didn't you??? Oh, I hope so!!

6:43 PM  
Blogger Michael said...

Beautiful piece!!

But you gotta tell us if Otis came back.

12:23 AM  
Blogger Josh said...

cops picked him up at a school nearby. had to drive across the county to get him. he promised to mend his ways but went after some deer yesterday.

11:13 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

I'm so glad he's home!!! Sounds like he's quite the rogue...and that he doesn't tolerate cottage cheese well ;).
I have been checking back for I can relax ;)!

6:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what did you do?

8:51 PM  

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