15 November 2010
My Dog Started Bugging Me Early in the Second Half
I was enjoying the football game televised live from Up Your Ass Saskatchewan. Everything was going just as Sunday in November should. The Lions were winning and I was starting to get loaded. That was when the Hammer started bugging me. She wanted to go out and do some running in the cold. She needed a hike and she knew I needed one too. Too bad dogs do not appreciate drinking beer and watching Canadian football. Could be she is an NFL dog. She will never find out because I do not watch that American shit.
Off we went, not to the mountains, only to the river. We had about an hour of light left when we headed out into the light drizzle. The path was slippery as ice in some sections when we got there. Even the Hammer's claws slipped underneath her big body. I felt like one of those drunk guys you see at the public skate at an arena around Christmas.
It was one of those days when my senses seemed real sharp. The light of the train shone like fire on the grey river. The sound of the beaver swimming, then diving, in the same grey murk. The porchlight of the Indian house on the faraway mountain bright as my television screen. The coolness of my flask in my hand. The smell of the mushrooms in the long, slick grass.
I stopped to pick a few. They will help sharpen my senses come New Year's Eve. It is the time of the year those of us who worship inebriation start squirreling away our winter delights. The dog searched hopelessly for shit to eat. Are not any homeless by the river to shit for her. Her only shit source there is what a fisherman caught short might leave behind.
My dog was sure happy to get out. She lets me know like she lets me know about all things. Makes me happy to have a dog happy as her.
We got back to the car just in time to listen to the second overtime period on the radio. The green motherfuckers are headed to Motherfucking, Alberta with the win.
When we got home I had a couple more beer before Sonja served me up dinner in time to watch the news. Diane Watts wants no part of the fucking losers that comprise the governing Liberal Party. The cunt has class. Another burned up body turned up in the bushes. Gang shit. Probably the Hindoos. They are big on body burning. Snow is coming. That was the only good news of the day.