My dad has a habit of narrating animal activities. ‘Speaking for the dog’ as it were.’ Being that I had my computer on my lap while he translated the thoughts of my sister’s wiry little pooch Curby, I figured I would jot it down.
“Well hello. Hello, couch-people. Do you mind if I just try to hop up there?
Oh? No? You do mind?
I just thought I would get up on the couch here, like a person. I thought I saw some room there. On the couch. Some couch-room, just a little, but I’m a little dog. Thought there was maybe room for a little dog. Because I don’t take up much space. Maybe if I…maybe I could just get up on the couch here…on the other side. No? Not the other side? I thought maybe I could get up over here, and not get in trouble. For getting up over here.
But I guess not.
Maybe I’ll go pee on the printer over here on the floor.
I could sit here on the back of the other couch, I guess. Not…really what I was thinking. It’s not cozy, but I can sit and watch for intruders. I’m on duty again, I guess. I was supposed to be off at five.
I don’t get any overtime.
OH! Was that somebody? No…no, I guess not.”