The Chase
Monty sat on the front lawn of the cottage and chewed his
rubber bone. He was a dog of simple pleasures. He liked to eat, chew and on
occasion, lick his nether regions. For the past few weeks this had comprised
his existence. He’d been dropped up to his current home by his owners Sam and
Lisa when their new baby had been born. They thought owning a Great Dane and a
small crying human was mutually exclusive and left Monty with Lisa’s sixty year
old mother. She lived on her own and was glad of the company and protection
that owning a dog the size of a donkey could bring.
Monty’s problem was that Lisa’s mother had recently
undergone hip replacement surgery. She couldn’t go on the long walks that Monty
had been used to. Monty now suffered from an excess of energy which had to be
spent somehow, normally by chewing rubber bones and enthusiastically licking of
everything within reach.
The sound of someone running along the road caused Monty’s
ears to prick up. A red faced woman
passed by. Monty stood up and a thought flashed through his mind:
Friend?
Monty studied the concept for a second and walked out onto
the road. The woman looked back in his direction. That settled it:
Friend!!!
Monty pursued the woman up the hill. She increased her
speed. Monty decided she was playing with him and kept up the pace. He wanted
the game to last so he didn’t go at top speed.
Chasing! Chasing!
Licky! mused Monty as he followed the woman.
His mouth hung open and drool fell as he continued the game.
The woman made a sound like laughter. He remembered laughter. Lisa used to
laugh so much when they played in the garden. Monty ran faster and gained
ground. The woman turned to look at him and Monty took the opportunity to jump
up at her, seeking a kiss. She fell backwards and Monty landed beside her. He
barked in amusement and commenced licking her face.
Licky! Licky! Licky! thought
Monty as he left a puddle of drool on the woman’s cheek. He liked making new
friends.
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