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The Old Dog In Me

In dog years I’m pushing 8; city dog 8, not country dog 8.  I like a crisp biscuit in the morning and a nice can of food with an ice cube in my water at night.  I enjoy a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood and don’t really care to muddy my feet in the parkway or venture too close to the curb anymore.  Not sure what I’d do if I had to rely on chasing rabbits for food or stray bitches for frolic.  If I want to press my point, I  piss in the bushes.  At the end of a long dog day,  I retire to my own bed where the cool sheets calm my simple soul and pull me into a dreamland of temporal puppy moments.

I stopped barking at the mailman years ago when I realized that he was merely the messenger.  I stopped chasing cars when the reality of an $800 per month payment finally stung me on the snout. I’ve learned to separate unconditional  love from raw, base instincts. I stopped humping legs for no good reason.

As a man,  I will always be some sort of a dog I am told.  The best I can hope for is to be the best dog  I can humanly be.  At the very end of the run I wouldn’t mind if my epitaph, carved into the side of a red Arizona mountain,  read something like:  ‘Here lies the ashes of Geno Petro.  He was a very good dog although his bite was much worse than his bark…’ Something like that.

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    8 Comments so far

    1. John Rowles August 4th, 2009 8:38 am

      Geno: Do yourself a favor and read The Art of Racing in the Rain. It is told from the perspective of a dog with an old soul.

      I was skeptical when my wife gave it to me. I thought it would be sapistry on the level of Marley and Me.

      It isn’t.

    2. Sean Purcell August 4th, 2009 11:35 am

      One of the best pieces of writing I’ve read in a very long time. I hate it when something this good is this short… but that’s probably part of why it’s so good.

      The epitath is priceless.

      Thanks Geno.

    3. SuiteSusan August 4th, 2009 1:10 pm

      That was totally awesome. I really enjoyed reading that. I’m always at a loss for something clever or witty to say. I csn’t even figure out what’s on my mind for Facebook. You are a great writer and I’m sure fun to talk to at a party. Peace to you, I hope you get that epitath. Brewer Caldwell

    4. Karen Frederick August 4th, 2009 1:31 pm

      I smile every time I see that you have posted once again and settle in for what I know will be a good read, prepared to savor every word (Pavlov would be proud).
      What amazing talent you have for storytelling; I always feel like I’m right there…and I’m a little sad when it ends.

      Thank you for sharing.

    5. Eric Blackwell August 4th, 2009 6:33 pm

      Hey Geno;

      8 years old or no, you continue to do new tricks (at least in this genre) every couple of weeks.

      Way to go and thanks.


    6. Smithers August 4th, 2009 11:08 pm

      Geno, my thanks to you (I know, that, plus $4, gets you a doggie treat at starbucks). You (we) need a publisher to put out a paperback of your short stories. $13.99 Canadian; $19.99 U.S. If word gets out, it will sell big. No one will be dissapointed.

    7. Don Reedy August 5th, 2009 8:35 am


      Well, you’ve gone and done it. As you and I have discussed, we both have a bit of the old dog, and a fair piece of the young dog in our sinew. It can be both infuriating and invigorating at the same time.

      Tough couple of weeks for me, and I have stopped “marking my territory” and just simply starting pissing on everyone and everything that I come in contact with. Your post, then, a slight tug on my chain, helped nudge me back toward more civility and proper conduct. We dogs are generally loved and feared with more fervor than most human relationships (save those that occur at the mating and meeting our maker periods of our lives), so talk about our lives with or as dogs often elicits much emotion.

      Geno, my friend and fellow dog, my tail is wagging and I just dropped a red rubber ball at your feet. Pick it up. Throw it. Watch me, and all the other dogs race after it. We’re not afraid of your bite. We love it when you bark.

      Good boy, Geno…..good boy!!!

    8. Geno Petro August 6th, 2009 5:19 am

      I was thinking of writing about my cat next but…i dont know…im just a little…indifferent….think i’lll just lie in a sunny spot by the window….and…zzzzzzzzzz………