Dogs are funny people.
They’re endlessly evolving while never quite maturing into anything. It’s kinda like living with little kids that never grow up.
They just seem to spark new shit for whatever unknown reason.
So it shouldn’t have been surprising the other night when I was grinding coffee beans for Miss Carols’ morning coffee and Tug started howling.
I mean like a wolf howling at the moon kinda howling.
I listened, grinning for a coupla minutes before shutting it down and saying-
You’re a fucking retard.
Tug panted and grinned and Cutter looked around nervously not understanding.
What is up with that? I said.
If dogs could shrug, Tug shrugged and said- I was just singing along.
You’re kiddin’ me, right? I said- tell me you’re kidding me.
Nah, he said, his tail starting to wag. Hit that button again, I like it. It grooves my bones, he said.
And I did.
And he did.