what will she become

"Are you a good boy?"

"Are you a good little boy?'

"Are we friends?"

Ray Porter scratched behind his dogs ears, and petted and rubbed and growled at his Golden Retrievers. The dogs were happy and wagging their tails and Ray's went from growling to mumbling to making a low sounding barking noise that surely no dog has ever made.

"Did yall miss me today?"

He sat down on his couch with both dogs at opposite knees and opened his laptop.

"What did yall do today," said Ray as he logged into his Apple computer.

I want the ball

"There he is, he's got the ball, geez i want the ball, i wish i had the ball."

The fat man waddled from the toilet and spoke unrecognizable words.

"You a good boy, yes you are." the fat man said patting the mean one.

"He always pats the mean one, I wish he would just rub my face, just be nice to me."

The fat man started to walk his way and said, "Dukie, you want to do your exercises, do you boy?"

"noooo."

The man stood behind me, pushing my rear end to the floor, and picked up my paws and waved them to the right, and then to the left.

Mr Harkins wears a dress

We sat in my apartment. It smelled of old wood and sweat, car batteries and burnt plastic. I could not smell it, but Mr Harkins could. He never mentioned it out of politeness. Mr Harkins was very polite.

I never mentioned his claw like toe nails and stained white t-shirts and he never spoke of my crooked teeth and funny hair cuts.

            "Mr Harkins, we get along well don't we?" I asked.
            "Yeah Ray, we do. You are my best friend."

            "I'm sorry we didn't hangout for those years when I was using drugs and alcohol." I said.
            "It's ok, I went down that road, and besides, we get along so well now."