T'was a chilly dawn. A woman in her eighties awkwardly crawling into the back compartment of her stationwagon with her injured dog. Both were shaking.
A young couple slinked off with their half breed Saint bernard.
A huge dog that seemed to extend like an accordion. It had been off it's lead and had bounced onto the old woman and her labrador pushing them both to the ground bucking and trampling them.
The young couple Bes and Plug didn't grip the situation and had simply run after their dog, leaving the old woman and her dog injured on the ground. They ran up the next driveway into a large front yard the accordion like bodied dog knocking over plant pots and flattening shrubs. The careless couple laughing and screaming behind.
"He's so energetic, look how he runs and jumps over everything." Plug observed despite his short windedness.
"Lets see if we can catch up to him" Bes commented.
The sun was coming up slowly the overcast sky was now exposing the land and making the reality of everything seem more intense. As she slowly raised her body to attempt crawling out of the back of the station wagon, the old woman had a very painful heart attack. Breathing irregular. Her Labrador howled long soft lamented tones.
"This is an adventure Plug" Bes shouted between short giggles.
"Where will he go next?"
"You are on private property and your dog is destroying my garden." Said a cruel voice from a window of the house.
Plug and Bes changed their direction and started running out of the stony driveway with concerned looks on their faces shaken at being rebuked so suddenly. Their huge dog bounded after them realizing the party was over.
But it wasn't over Both Plug and Bes attempted to steady the dog in vain as it passed them and continued it's violent jumping and chasing in the street ahead.
As the couple got to the street they noticed briefly the blue grey stationwagon and a strange muffled howling. Without a shrug they continued after their dog.
The dog was already sixty meters ahead and had turned a corner out of sight.
Another old lady 20 years younger than the one who'd just this minute suffered a heartattack was walking her miniature poodle. The couple's big clumsy dog sprinted at the poodle and gave a quick nip to it's neck.
The old lady screamed and bellowed giving a well aimed kick to the Saint Bernard's head. Despite the impact and precision of the kick almost maternally motivated the big dog sprinted across the other side of the road, missing an oncoming hyundai by half a meter. Causing the car to veer and smash it's side mirror onto the mirror of an oncoming truck.
Bes and Plug had caught up by this stage passing the old woman and her paralyzed mini poodle both shaking and uttering strange groans. The couple crossed the street to find the dog hunched over some beautiful petunias heaving out his doggy number two. A big man in his thirties appeared on the scene same time as the couple "I just planted them yesterday and now he's going to shit all over them."
"Why isn't he on a leash?" The couple looked up at the man with dumbfounded expressions.
The dog looked up at the man and gave a jovial bark. "He is cute though isn't he? Is that a saint Bernard?"
"Yes we got him yesterday, he's so energetic" Bes replied.
"Can you help us grab him, we've been running for three blocks now"
An entertained look of satisfaction appeared on the big man's face, as he launched himself at the dog. Picking the dog up by his collar and reattaching the leash that Plug had just handed him.
The three of them and the big dog crossed the street as if they had known each other for years, the dog seemed to obey every command the big man gave. On that side of the street the woman sat awkwardly caressing her poodle, tears streaming down onto the deep red stain through the cotton wool.
Bes, Plug and the big man paid no mind to woman. The big man continued to brag about his ability to train dogs, obtaining special nods of approval from Bes.
They passed the blue greyish stationwagon, Overcast skies now assembled, emanating the exact tone of the car. The older woman's hand hung conspicuously out of the open hatch door. The injured labrador lurking within sprang and seized the big Saint Bernards back leg in it's jaws growling in long sinister bursts. Plug almost jumped out of his skin. Bes covered her mouth with both open hands in shock. The big man clamped down on the neck of the labrador breaking it's neck in a two second movement that seemed well practiced nonetheless brutal.
He exclaimed "a lot of people are just careless with their animals, this one obviously ferrel, let's dispose of it's body at the vet." The three of them stood in silence just looking at the ground for a few uncomfortable minutes. The Saint Bernard looked down at the dead labrador, trotted over to the old woman's hand conveniently mouth level and started licking aggressively.
"Let's go get a beer together, afterward" the big man counterpoised. Oblivious to their dog's new flavor toy the three of them started walking naturally pulling the big half breed Saint Bernard away.
"I don't know what we would have done without you." Bes coined. The tone pulled a sensual note out of both men. Plug looked at the ground, the big man smiled broadly, and the dog let out a short whine of protest at being pulled away from the old woman's hand.
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