I was sitting and whispering to myself that I was working and that I was actually getting something done, when Tug came into the Me Only Room and plopped down.
I swiveled to face him.
So, he said.
Tug’s always deep and solemn and he looked at me deeply and solemnly and said- you gonna do this? And he shifted from paw to paw.
Do what, I said.
You gonna take this tractor trailerin’ course and leave us? he said.
Don’t seem right he said.
And then he sat. Waiting. Panting slightly and looking around like dogs do.
Dude, I said, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just trying to think ahead. I’m just thinkin’ it might not be a good idea to get my CDL.
Hmmm he growled shifting and focusing.
Have you thought this through? he asked.
Whaddya mean? I asked Tug.
He paused and licked himself and then he said is this escapism?
And I said in a small voice. Maybe.
He stood up and shook himself out and said- you’re a turd.
And then he ambled off.
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