Snoozing
Chapter 9 – Fleegle’s Biscuit
Fleegle blasts out of the bamboo, a biscuit sticking out of his mouth, and jets across the lawn and into the bamboo on the other side of the yard. Moments later, Franny runs awkwardly from the first bamboo, across the lawn after him and into the second bamboo, growling the whole way.
Then Fleegle blasts from the second bamboo, across the lawn, and dives into the first bamboo. A moment later Franny stumbles out of the second bamboo, makes it about halfway across the lawn and plops down panting.
She looks all around her, then her gaze lands on me. “Where’d the fat head with biscuit breath go?”
“Don’t tell her, Raud,” Fleegle calls out from his hiding place in the bamboo.
Franny sniffs the air, then gets up and scent tracks Fleegle to his spot. He emerges from the bamboo, crunching on the last of the biscuit he was carrying.
Franny looks at the crumbs stuck to his face. “Now if you had shared your biscuit, I wouldn’t have been able to find you by your scent because I would’ve smelled like biscuit too.”
“If I had shared my biscuit, you wouldn’t have been chasing me at all.”
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Chapter 8 – Soap
“Whatcha smiling about, Fleegle?” I ask, while sitting out on the patio in the sun.
“Nothing in particular, just smiling. The sun is out, the spring grass is growing and sweet tasting, and Franny has turned out to be a good source of sticks.”
“Sticks?” I ask. “Is that some form of dog euphemism for something I don’t want to know about?”
“You mean like the kitty brand peanut butter? Nope, sticks mean sticks.”
He points his nose at her across the yard where she’s laying in the grass chewing on one now. “See? She’s found another.”
He runs over and takes it away from her, then trots back to the patio. “I never knew I had so many sticks until she started pointing them out to me.”
I now notice he’s perched on a pile of them. “All of those sticks are your?”
“Of course. It’s my yard. I’ve put my moniker on pretty much everything back here. Even a rainstorm can’t wash my mark off. Once it’s on, it’s on to stay.”
I feel something grab my big toe sticking out of my sandal and look down. Franny has settled in for a good chew on my foot.
She looks up at me and says, “He’s right. You’re the only thing back here that doesn’t smell like his pee.”
“Ha, that’s not for his lack of trying, and because I use a lot of soap,” I say as Fleegle eyes my big toe and tries to get into position to cock his rear leg.
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Chapter 7 – Sandwich Making Supervisors
Fleegle and Franny watch me make a sandwich for lunch. “The key is to get him to put so much mayonnaise on his sandwich that when he bites into the bread, the mayonnaise is squeezed out and drips onto the floor. Anything on the floor is ours,” Fleegle says. “Raud eats off of a plate, so think of the floor as our big plate.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You do realize I can hear what you’re saying?”
“No you can’t. I was talking to her.”
“Oh, is that how it works?”
“Raud, focus, don’t let your petty anxieties distract you from your work,” Fleegle says, then begins to imitate the voice from one of my meditation CDs. “Listen to your Zen master and be one with your work. Apply the mayonnaise with long, even strokes of the butter knife. Actually, put the knife down and use a big soup spoon. Now switch hands and apply again. Feel the balance. Now pick up a second spoon and apply with both hands. Immerse yourself in the balance of dual handed mayonnaise application. Become one with your sandwich. Feel the mayonnaise flow across the bread like waves of creamy goodness.”
More like a mayo tsunami, I think.
Franny tilts her head to the side at Fleegle. “Why are you speaking so weird?”
“I’m telling him what his higher-self would tell him.”
“His higher-self must really like mayonnaise,” she says.
“Yes, but Raud doesn’t know that, he’s never met him.”
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