It was 4:30 AM
Dover and Blue had heard something that woke them up, and then they smelled it.
It was definitely a fart. Dad was drinking beer again.
“Let us out!” They yelled in their highest pitched whine.
“Step on his nuts. He’ll wake up and make us get out.” Blue said, laughing. He didn’t think Dover was that stupid, but it turned out that he was. “Sorry, Dad.” Blue said as he danced around like a wood sprite.
The truck door opened. The world was theirs.
After they ran around and pissed on as many things as they could, they decided to go along the cliff at the far end of the beach. There were some pretty cool smells there last night, so who knew what the night had brought?
As Blue looked over the beach at the rocks and driftwood logs, he estimated it at about thirty feet to the craggy shelf below. That would be an ugly fall, he thought to himself as he turned to see Dover squeeze out two more drops on some wild strawberry plants.
“Hey, we should go back and have breakfast because it’s almost 6:30. They brought our old kibble. The one with the chicken.” Dover excitedly told Blue.
“It sounds like we might have to go back to that full-time. I heard them saying that feeding us raw was just a bit too expensive. They weren’t expecting the shipping to be so much.” Blue mentioned dismally. “You know, it seems like ever since you came along, I have had to do with less.”
“Yeah, but that kibble is good though. I like the raw food too, but I’m okay with the kibble. It’s better than the garbage Walmart food I had to eat at my last place. It was made of corn. You could taste it.”
“I know the kibble is okay, but now it’s like the time we had to eat Kibbles ‘n’ Bits for that whole weekend. I can’t go back after having that raw food. You can taste the chicken and pumpkin in it, and what must be apple. That’s how food is supposed to taste. Not dried out and powdered.”
Blue noticed Dover walking over as his thoughts trailed off. He just couldn’t go back to eating the dried shit. There had to be a way to help bring the cost down.
He looked over the bank again and shuddered at the thought of falling.
Dover was going on about his hunger and how they should get back, but Blue was just thinking of ways to save $40 a month. If only he could speak human, and had hands. He would be good at courier work around town. The cottonheads at the home could hire him to get their groceries.
Too bad they had already labelled Blue as untrustworthy after that time they left the main door open and the deli tray out on the coffee table. Nobody told him “NO!”, so how was he supposed to know they weren’t for him?
He even left them
allmost of the pickles. What’s the big deal?
Dover was smelling something and whining and that’s when Blue figured out how he was going to save a whole lot more than $40 a month on dog food.
“Hey, Dover. Check this out. I think it’s ham.”
His head spun sideways as his back legs dug in and launched him in Blue’s direction.
Dover loved ham. It was so salty and delicious.
As he got close, Blue motioned to the edge of the bank. Dover was so excited to have ham and then his regular breakfast he didn’t notice Blue’s leg stick out and trip him as he went by. He tried to regain himself but hit a rock and stumbled sideways. Then he skidded over the cliff on his side.
As he looked around, bewildered, he realized there was no ham. He couldn’t smell or see any meat at all. Blue had lied to him. The disappointment was evident on his face as he plummeted to the rocks below.
Blue felt a pang of remorse, but it went away when he thought of the flavour explosion in his mouth that was going to be happening Every. Damn. Day. Sure there would be nobody to share the blame when the garbage got eaten, but he also wasn’t going to have to share the garbage either.
He supposed he should run into some trees at full throttle to bust up his body a bit, but he would wait until he was a little closer. No need to inflict a bunch of pain earlier than necessary.
Oh good, it was starting to rain. That will only add to the effect.