The beast looked at me and then looked away. His pink tongue parted his lips in defiance. His beard dripped with drool and his eyes darted, cold and quick. His ears drew back as if angry and he slunked low, walking toward me. At first, I was curious, then slightly fearful. I knew him well, but well enough? When he got to where I was standing he continued through my parted legs. The fear broke quickly. His wire hair grazed and tickled my legs. Something was wrong here, very wrong.

I gazed around the room. My eyes flitted from surface to surface. Everything had its place and everything seemed to be in it... except... The morning light, filtered through a thin black curtain, fell on to the smooth and empty wood of a table. It was missing, but what was it?

I shook my head trying to clear the morning fuzz of my brain. Then, it hit me. Instant anger bubbled up inside of me. How could he? It was uncontrollable. He knew better! My rage, like a light switch, is often irrational in the morning, but this day it was justified. For if the morning goes badly, why shouldn't the rest of the day?

I turned to look where the beast had gone to and found him in his usual place. When I peered into the dark cramped cave he had claimed as his own I saw what I had first mistook as defiance was truly shame. He did know. And yet.

"Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

My lady stood in the doorway.

"HE ATE MY FUCKING BREAKFAST!" 


So I know... He's a dog. But really? Come on! Sometimes Swayze can be a real jerk.


-J