While reading in the den I start to get that uncomfortable feeling that I’m being watched. I turn around and Fleegle is sitting behind me silently staring at the back of my head.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m looking through your head and out through your eyes, seeing the world as you see it.”
“You’re a weird dog, you know that? So what do you see? Are you enjoying my book?”
“Well, it’s okay, but you read too much. Is staring at squiggles and dots on a page a form of that meditation you do trying to contact your higher self? Did your higher self finally fall from sky and land in this book?”
“Nope, not this book. The squiggles and dots tell a story about a man living on the moon.”
“He must really love cheese to live on the moon. Is there chocolate cheese?”
“There’s chocolate cheese cake.”
“Ooo, I’m going to dream about that in Fleegle World tonight so I can have some.”
“There’s also chocolate mousse,” I say.
“That must be why moose stay up north in the cold. Otherwise they’d melt in the summer and get licked up by squirrels.”
“And there’s chocolate covered ants.”
“The big carpenter ants or the tiny red ones that bite?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had them.”
“Me neither. I’ve tried eating bees but they stung my tongue and they tasted like flowers. It’s much easier to just eat the flower.”
I get out of my chair and drop to all fours.
“What are you doing?” Fleegle asks.
“I’m looking at life from your perspective.”
“Really? Then take a look at my dog door. It needs to be bigger.”
“But you get in and out of it just fine.”
“Yes, but my sticks don’t.”