An Early Summer Night's Walk

So in an attempt to escape the noxious fumes of highlighters and razor-sharp index cards, I took Chap for a midnight walk to find some clarity the other night. As we turned onto a street in our 'hood, I spotted Rick. Even with all his natural, predatory instinct, the killer attack wolf dog didn't notice him. I saw him though.. and he looked right back at me. I didn't want to relive this old memory, so we stayed on the other side of the street.

Chap and I walked for a few more blocks until I realized how late it was, so we headed back home. When we passed the yard where Rick previously sat, it was empty.. so I let Chap mark his territory. That's when I heard this weird sound. It was a deep, rhythmic sound of a guttoral nature.. a sound that immediately reminded me of when big boy ate too much mashed potatoes before running the mile in P.E. class. I looked down right in time to see Chap throw up on the sidewalk. On closer inspection, I didn't see any carpet in his emesis, which pleased me on multiple levels. But it was odd. The KAWD has a tough stomach. Yet he just happens to coincidentally throw up at the same location where we previously saw the white whale on the same night. I didn't like the situation one bit, so we went home, locked the door, split a pepto, and tried to get some sleep.