BANGOR (that OR) ME
of course I am concerned for my safety. How many times can I be abused and misled by my faithless dog before I break from this vicious cycle.
Winter is full on hard here in Maine. And my dog, I think, believes I am lazy or that I have lost interest in playing. He brings me a splintered drool covered stick,and I, without feeling, smack it from his mouth and say "you already went out". I could see in his eyes the pain that quickly turned to hatred fueled by our close quarters as cabin fever started to settle on his doggie brain. I fell asleep and he started on his develish ministries. He toe nail clacked his way to the bathroom and got the big bottle of ether off the sink(oh as if you don't have one! you with those eyes, how dare you accuse me!!!)
Then with the rag I used to clean up an early morning mistake(which he said was my fault cause I drink to much and wont get up to let him out the lying dog) he bent over me and grinned as I went into a further ether bent deep sleep.
The instruments clancked back into the tray as he viwed his work. Tail wagging, he removed the surgical restraints and arranged me back into my position in my chair.
I awoke feeling pain all over. Uncoordinated and feeling disembodied, I drag limped back into my bathroom and cried out at the vision in my mirror. My face was streched into a cone, flaps of skin streched from my head to look more doggish. He had broken my legs and bent the awkwardly like his own, even moving my thumb up to hang uselessly like his dewclaws. When I tried to speak it was a growl. I could hear his soft panting laughs, and finally I broke into a pathetic howl.
The wind outside battered new fine snow against the windows, and as he gazed across the thickly iced lake, a smile broke across his face.