peekabuI opened my eyes and saw something shaggy and terrifying, looking at me.  My Old English Sheepdog, Peekaboo, with her head on my chest. I was in bed and she’d woken me up.

“What do you want?” I said to her.

She wiggled a little and somehow snuggled closer, like I’d invited her.

“Oh, you want a scratch huh? Why should I do that?”

As if saying, “Because I’m cute,” Peekaboo whuffed once and sneezed. Sneezing: one of her favorite things to do.

“Eww, yuck, Peekie,” I said and got up to wash my face.

When I got back, she was lying in my spot with her furry butt resting on my pillows.

She opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out, as if to say, “It’s my bed now, why don’t you try sleeping on the floor for once?”

“Because I’m a human-frickin’-being, that’s why,” I said.

She quirked her head at me, a thing sheepdogs do, which means, “What does one thing have to do with the other?”

“Well, do you go to work every day?” I said. “Do you go out and buy dog food?”

She dropped head onto her paws, considering, then abruptly let out a big yawn, as if saying, “I may not buy the food, granted, nor work for it, but those are two things you do that I cannot. To put it in your own crude terms, I am a K-frickin’-9. Even so, clearly I can lay in this spot, in bed, while you stand there lecturing me. Just like you can lay on the floor for once.”

I looked at the clock.   It was 8:30 a.m. and I was late. Which was fine. If I showed up on time, they might promote me to a position I couldn’t be late to.

“I don’t have time for this, you mangy critter. Come on, I’ll get you some food.” Then I made like I was walking away and hoped she’d follow.

She didn’t move.

I looked back and said, “You’re hungry, right?”

Peekaboo wiped her snout with both paws like she’d gotten something on it, which meant, “What’s for breakfast?”

“Dog food,” I said.

“Then no,” she as much as said, and closed her eyes.

This had gone too far.

“Peekaboo, you gotta get out of my spot!  It’s still too early for me to be an hour late.”

She didn’t move. Which meant, “I”m not moving.”

“Oh you’re not moving, huh?  How about a walk? You know how you like walks…”

She didn’t move–again.

“Is that all you know how to say?”

Apparently it was.

“Dang it Peekie, get out of that bed right now or I’m getting the cat!”

Her head popped up. “No, not that! That thing has claws!”

“Oh I got your attention now, do I, well–”

Peekaboo let out a low growl.

“No, you listen,” I interrupted. “You know what I go through every day? They expect me to smile and be nice when they pass me in the hall.  They expect me to reply to their dumb emails all day.  They expect ideas and teamwork and status reports.  I can’t handle it anymore!  All I want from life is doughnuts, a wife who buys me doughnuts and a dog who sleeps on the floor. Is that too much to ask?!”

Peekaboo sighed, then got up and hopped down off the bed.  She made her way to the door in the sheepdog way–slowly–and looked back, as if saying, “Get the leash, human, I gotta pee.”



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2 responses to “Muttaphysics

  1. Dot

    I’m down 81 lbs. No way I’m buying you doughnuts or donuts. Oh and you can forget that Cinnabon too!

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