“I love a tennis ball- There; I said it.”
The soft fluorescent fuzz on the ball helps me grip it as I snap in in the air. The dirt and grime from weeks and the nastiest smells are all trapped within the short wiry hair on the surface.
A joy- A total–
“–What the heck? I just got trapped inside these tennis courts. Someone locked the gate and now I can’t get out. The other dogs always told me that my love for the tennis ball will get me in trouble one day. Uggggghhhh.”
The Animal Control Officer (ACO) in the blue uniform shows up and put me on the back of his truck. He pets my head and promises that I will be OK at the dog-pound. There’s my other fault- I am gullible. The animal control officer makes a verbal contract with me that I will be better off inside than as a stray.
I believe him. I always believe everybody- what can I say. I’m an animal.
Humans invented time. From that time they allocated some time for me. 72 Hours is what I was given. I have no idea how much time that it and how many times will the sun come out before my time runs out.
All I know is that I am inside a kennel, I don’t see the sun come out. All I see is the inside of a dark kennel and hear other dogs barking, begging to be let go all day. Then they give up when the humans leave.
Then one day when they lifted the partition between my kennel and the next one as they do while the humans clean, I met Tiki Tiki.
She told me she was abandoned and had a million fleas on her. The same ACO had picked her up and promised her a good life in a real home. She was scared of everything. She’d never known affection so I shared my love with her. I told her stories about humans who care, about tennis balls those bounce, about families who take their dogs on vacations. I consoled her till she trusted me.
Then one day they lifted the partition and there was another dog there.
Tiki was gone. My best friend.
My ONLY friend.
The ACO was true to his word. He found Tiki a home- but I was left alone- all by myself.
Now he visits me everyday and takes me for a walk- he promises me while petting my head that one day I will find a real home too. He calls me Ol’ blue eyes and has named me ‘Sinatra’.
As time goes on, I see other dogs come and go. I stay here and wait- I hold my end of the bargain I made with the ACO and be patient and a good boy.
He tells me he will post me on Facebook and somebody would wan’t me.
But I wait.
And I wait.
I’m holding my end of the contract I made with the ACO; will he hold his end up?
And maybe I can have a BALL OF A TIME too.