i was supposed to do my essays that night. i took a nap in the afternoon, thinking that i would do the shit in the evening, but then as i peeled my eyes open, i received a message from a friend.
‘wanna meet my dog?’
my first reaction?
fuck!
yes!
there were like lots of shit i needed to finish by midnight, because i didn’t want to be that idiot who rushed to submit the paper the next day, but of course like a genius i was i decided that i would forget all that for awhile and just go out.
nothing was finished by midnight, obviously. and by the time i arrived at my door, i knew i was going to be that idiot the next morning.
perfect.
but i mean, it was an offer i couldn’t resist. i love dogs. like really, really love dogs. every time a dog passes me by i always smile at them and feel hurt whenever they don’t smile back. it’s painful when a dog ignores you, man. bitches.
if you want to ask a girl out, i’m telling you; ‘wanna meet my dog?’ is pretty damn good too.
well, if she’s a girl like me. ‘like me’ is hard to define i know but like the old men said – you know it when you see it.
i held the mongrel almost the whole evening. she’s a quiet dog, but adorable nonetheless. she sat with me in the passenger seat while we drove around mindlessly and i stared at her as if she was a precious gem. i kept kissing and sniffing her, stroking her fur, and to my endless joy she reciprocated and kissed me back.
i smelled like a dog’s saliva that night.
but still, i got a bit heartbroken when my friend dropped me off later.
well, i grew up with a dog. my first memory of her was when i was about six when my cousin brought her home. she’s a mini pinscher, an agile toy breed. She barked a lot and i cowered behind my cousin’s legs because she was almost as big as i was at that time. it wasn’t a pleasant meeting and totally not love at the first sight.
but like the true tale of romance, hate grew to love, and yes we fell in love.
or i assumed she did.
ever since i was little i’ve had that knack of being an anti social so she was my only friend back then. i spent roughly more than two hours talking to her every day. we understood each other. probably more than any of my human friends ever had.
she even got my first kiss. yay.
as i grew up, i found dogs in general adorable. they’re nice pets and good to play with. i don’t understand cats. they’re lazy bishes. and it hurts when they lick you. i’ve never wanted to kiss a cat. ew.
i’m happy whenever i play with a dog, no matter how much they harass me sometimes. like when i was in junior high school, a giant golden retriever pounced me and i fell flat on the butt. or when my lovely min pin bit my pinky for like half an hour and for a brief moment i thought i was going to be amputated.
but love hurts and i understand that.
my dog died when i was in high school. she’s old and had been single for all of her life. what a way to die. she died an accomplished dog though. she broke some vases and ruined some of our plants. she also barked at the slightest sight of a stranger, making her a good watch dog – or maybe she’s just bored.
i remember whenever i came home she would bark, even when i hadn’t showed up at the door yet. they said she could smell me from the distance. apparently i have a distinct smell. it must be those fried onions i liked so much.
i was sad when she passed away. i had her pictures in my old phone and shit got lost so i lost everything.
but they say first love never went away so i think i’ll never forget her. we don’t have any dog currently, but i’m planning to adopt one someday. especially when i don’t want to die a cat lady. i want to die a dog lady.
hopefully a charming one at that.
twenty not something 