I heard the buzz of the alarm go off and grumbled a little as I turned around to turn it off. The blue lights on the clock read five. I sat up and stretched, wishing that it was the weekend. I got up; put on my glasses; grabbed the ashtray and my cigarettes; and proceeded to the kitchen for my morning coffee. As I turned on the recess lighting in the living room, my one year old American bulldog looked up at me from his position on the couch. He grunted and I spoke, "Yeah Bo I know. Its early but what can you do."
I made my coffee, grabbed the laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. Bo came over, putting his massive black and white head on my lap. I petted his ears while he yawned. I cooed at him, "such a pretty boy. Look at you. You about ready for your walk?" He perked up and began gnawing on my hand. This is Bo's way of affection, trying to eat you. I told him to stop as I got up. I found my shoes and coat. It was warm for February, but my coat was still needed. I wished for summer. I hated wearing a coat out for a walk. Bo was bad enough trying to handle. His massive 120 pound body was too big for me if he caught hold of something he wanted. I grabbed the leash and met Bo at the door.
It took a minute to leash him. He gets overly excited and will not listen to commands, but soon we were out the door. The wind was cold and I pulled my coat to me. I looked around at my still pitch black neighborhood and longed for summer again. Bo and I made pretty good time. I have always joked that I keep, puppy pace, which basically means I jog and Bo walks. We made it down to the park; Bo's favorite spot. Here he can be free, there is no one up this early in the morning; and I can take him off his leash and let him run around.
I took him off the leash and giggled as he stood there for a minute, "go get'em boy! Go on." He looked back at me once before taking off. I watched him run; I watched all the muscles in his body tense and release as he played around. He is a true killing machine.
I heard noises on the path and whistled for Bo as I thought, "fuck I hope he comes to me. Someone else decided that they should walk this early, fucking up Bo's whole deal!"
I knew if I could not get him back, I'd have trouble. Bo doesn't like people. He's not meant to; he's meant to kill anyone he thinks may threaten me. He thinks the wind threatens me. I could see him way off in the distance and I lit a cigarette, while calling for him again, "C'mon douche! Let's go!"
The person was getting closer, and it was making me nervous to think of someone else out here with me in a semi-secluded area. I saw him then, and he had a dog. "Oh fucking great! Just another reason to get sued!"
Bo wasn't paying any attention to me or the other person. He'd found something that was fun.
The man walked up to me on the left hand side, "morning, loose your dog?"
"No, I let him go. He likes it. Usually there's no one else here."
"Yeah my dog likes it too. I am usually here later, but I woke up early today."
I nodded, "Hmm."
I called for Bo again. I felt scared. I was happy when I saw Bo start running towards me, but then my heart dropped when something else caught his attention and off he went. The man chuckled, "he still a pup? What kind is he?"
"Yes. And he's an American Bulldog."
"Oh he looked like a Pit."
I always got a little offended when people told me this. Bo doesn't look like a Pit at all, no where close.
"No. He could eat Pit for breakfast. He's closest relative is the Bull Mastiff."
