My Dog, My Lover

It was a hot and humid late summer night. The window was down in the Uber that was taking me home from a long night at the local bars. I have always loved the feeling of warm summer air in my face. The driver took an apparent interest in me and would not stop asking me questions. I normally welcome the conversation but I was drunk, tired and ready for sleep. He complemented me on my short light blue dress. The chest was mostly mesh (as the Uber driver noticed) and its color went perfectly with my steel grey eyes and long red hair.

The driver finally pulled in to my townhouse driveway and reminded me to give him a good review if I think he earned it. I could feel his eyes all over me as I walked up to my front door, not to mention the constant checks in his rearview mirror on the way back (it was a miracle that he was able to watch the road). He wasn’t my type but a very cute young man with glasses, scattered acne and a disheveled look only a teenager could pull off. It would have been fun to play with him but my time at the bars was quickly catching up with me.

As I opened the door I was set upon by a huge furry mass of muscles. A true beast of a creature also known as Chewy, my German Shepard. His tongue shot in and out of his mouth as he greeted me upon my return. He was truly my best friend and I could not imagine my life without him. He keeps me feeling loved and safe in this cold world. Just this morning, I finished giving him his spa treatment of cutting his nails and fur, followed by a shower with mommy. I noticed his beautiful black and brown coat was getting a little mangy and his nails were beginning to leave marks in my floor.