Dog Dreams
by Thomas Scott Daly
I'm sitting in my regular seat, riding shotgun, in the car I'd always ridden in, Paw driving, Me
with my head out the window, or sometimes leaning on his shoulder, like his date. I liked to
shake his hand when he was driving, but sometimes shifted gears for him and it pissed him off. Driving
and watching and sniffing..sometimes for hours until I got hot and thirsty and would rather be home
napping after a soak in the river. I sometimes wondered if these rides were all they were cracked up to
be, but still, every time I got the notion he was heading out somewhere, I knew I just had to go along. I'd
hate to miss something, whatever it was.
with my head out the window, or sometimes leaning on his shoulder, like his date. I liked to
shake his hand when he was driving, but sometimes shifted gears for him and it pissed him off. Driving
and watching and sniffing..sometimes for hours until I got hot and thirsty and would rather be home
napping after a soak in the river. I sometimes wondered if these rides were all they were cracked up to
be, but still, every time I got the notion he was heading out somewhere, I knew I just had to go along. I'd
hate to miss something, whatever it was.
Paw stops the car somewhere I've never been before and we get out to sniff around. He seems
preoccupied with something..not pissing or anything like that, just standing there. He kneels down and
motions me over to him..so...I go lick his face and give him a side bump across the head. He hugs me
back...says, "YEar aggo dogh annniillvvv oooandlllaaiii.." I dunno it's all pretty fuzzy to me now, but then
he got in the car and drove away before I could get in. He kept going away faster than I could run..and
faster and faster till I couldn't run much more and couldn't even smell him anymore either. Something
was wrong here...he will come back soon. I thought.
preoccupied with something..not pissing or anything like that, just standing there. He kneels down and
motions me over to him..so...I go lick his face and give him a side bump across the head. He hugs me
back...says, "YEar aggo dogh annniillvvv oooandlllaaiii.." I dunno it's all pretty fuzzy to me now, but then
he got in the car and drove away before I could get in. He kept going away faster than I could run..and
faster and faster till I couldn't run much more and couldn't even smell him anymore either. Something
was wrong here...he will come back soon. I thought.
I heard the sound of running water and sniffed all the smells left by other animals going for a drink at the
same spot, I peed on numerous spots of interest; it's like a person writing a letter and posting it a bottle,
but still, a message is a message, and you never know who's gonna get it.
"Aahhhh" I thought as I bellied into the little stream, slurping lots of fresh clear water as it burbled
towards me. "This is better."
Something began nagging at me..."hmmm...wonder where Paw is?" I returned to the road, which made
me really confused again. Paw was gone, I didn't know where I was, or where to go except follow Paw.
So, I started off to find him, and our car, which I wanted to ride in.
I didn't find Paw. I walked for days. I found people, and food, and was attacked and hit with stones, and
a big truck almost ran over me. I slept in the rain. I bit a guy on the leg that seemed afraid of me, yet
approached me acting weirdly. I didn't like him so I bit him and ran off. He came after me in a car, but I
went into the jungle and the weeds and he could never find me. I sure wished Paw would just drive up
and take us home. I was hungry and covered with stickers and one of those rocks had hit me pretty
hard on the tailbone, which made it hurt to walk.
To make a long painful story a bit shorter, life sucked on the road, and after about a lot of bad days and
nights..I was a mess.
same spot, I peed on numerous spots of interest; it's like a person writing a letter and posting it a bottle,
but still, a message is a message, and you never know who's gonna get it.
"Aahhhh" I thought as I bellied into the little stream, slurping lots of fresh clear water as it burbled
towards me. "This is better."
Something began nagging at me..."hmmm...wonder where Paw is?" I returned to the road, which made
me really confused again. Paw was gone, I didn't know where I was, or where to go except follow Paw.
So, I started off to find him, and our car, which I wanted to ride in.
I didn't find Paw. I walked for days. I found people, and food, and was attacked and hit with stones, and
a big truck almost ran over me. I slept in the rain. I bit a guy on the leg that seemed afraid of me, yet
approached me acting weirdly. I didn't like him so I bit him and ran off. He came after me in a car, but I
went into the jungle and the weeds and he could never find me. I sure wished Paw would just drive up
and take us home. I was hungry and covered with stickers and one of those rocks had hit me pretty
hard on the tailbone, which made it hurt to walk.
To make a long painful story a bit shorter, life sucked on the road, and after about a lot of bad days and
nights..I was a mess.
jungle journal ..June 15, 2010 property of tsdaly
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So.. there I was looking at a dog I barely recognized as
myself in the reflection of a watery mirror when I saw
two other curious looking canines there with me. I
looked around ..they looked back..they seemed
real..they seemd friendly..they seemed like a dream..
We frolicked, and explored, and splashed and sniffed, I
followed them home..but it was their home, not mine. I
had camped out next door..and it seemed I was
destined to die a miserable lonely death and almost
didn't care anymore till the white haired guy tossed that
loaf of French Bread into my yard.
I was just about to chow down on that big hunk of bread
when this fat women with a plate of spaghetti was all
over me and the plate had broken on the floor and her
knee was in my stomach, and there was spaghetti
everywhere. I looked around and there was Paw, at
his desk looking at me... and the fat lady... and the
spaghetti, and me again. I was happy not being in my
dream anymore, but I didn't like the fat gal laying on me
too much. I looked at Paw and thought, "umm, You
gonna eat that? You white-haired son of a bitch?" I
love my Paw.
myself in the reflection of a watery mirror when I saw
two other curious looking canines there with me. I
looked around ..they looked back..they seemed
real..they seemd friendly..they seemed like a dream..
We frolicked, and explored, and splashed and sniffed, I
followed them home..but it was their home, not mine. I
had camped out next door..and it seemed I was
destined to die a miserable lonely death and almost
didn't care anymore till the white haired guy tossed that
loaf of French Bread into my yard.
I was just about to chow down on that big hunk of bread
when this fat women with a plate of spaghetti was all
over me and the plate had broken on the floor and her
knee was in my stomach, and there was spaghetti
everywhere. I looked around and there was Paw, at
his desk looking at me... and the fat lady... and the
spaghetti, and me again. I was happy not being in my
dream anymore, but I didn't like the fat gal laying on me
too much. I looked at Paw and thought, "umm, You
gonna eat that? You white-haired son of a bitch?" I
love my Paw.
Muttinhead, when we met.
2006
2006
Happiness had become a short lived state of late. I was lapping a bit of water from
a nice still pool when I saw my own reflection staring me in the face. I jumped
back...thinking perhaps someone had woken up the wrong dog this morning, cause
surely, that wasn't me there in that reflection. I went slowly back, and looked again.
I had never noticed me having yellow puss running from my eyes and the dog I
was looking at now was gaunt and sickly looking, I was beginning to realize why
people had been avoiding me and chasing me out of their yards. I was a serious
mess and was beginning to realize what deep shit I had fallen into, and some
asshole had stolen my paddle.
a nice still pool when I saw my own reflection staring me in the face. I jumped
back...thinking perhaps someone had woken up the wrong dog this morning, cause
surely, that wasn't me there in that reflection. I went slowly back, and looked again.
I had never noticed me having yellow puss running from my eyes and the dog I
was looking at now was gaunt and sickly looking, I was beginning to realize why
people had been avoiding me and chasing me out of their yards. I was a serious
mess and was beginning to realize what deep shit I had fallen into, and some
asshole had stolen my paddle.