November 11, 2005
I Try To Love Pepper
Lately, we have as a family been spending an increased amount of time strolling about the horse pastures of Howard Buford Park. I suspect this is due to the unreconstructible nature of my benighted fellow, Pepper, and his singular inability to acknowledge the reality of the leash. The piteous boy does not even know his own name. In these past few days, Mom has taken, on our sojourns, to calling his name and rewarding him with a dainty upon his timely return to her, in an effort to apprise him of his name.
Needless to say, I have made quick sport of this effort. For, as we all know, it would be inequitable not to reward me with a dainty upon my successful return to the pack -- and, should Pepper tarry too long, I think it only proper that his dainty, too, should forfeit to mine obedient tongue.
My heart shouts to me that this is wrong -- that the poor pupchild Pepper should be given cause to grow and learn. But watering a dead fern does no good. 'Tis with me that the future lies; let the brute make do with his own leavings, and the better of mine own. With time he shall go, by death or by shunning; makes no difference.
Sguir! I apologize; I can be overweeningly selfish at times. Pepper's a good lad; I wish him no harm.
But by my balls, I got off-topic here. I shall put my actual topic -- which was not "I Try To Love Pepper" -- over for the next fpost.