This story is based well, on a true one. So read and believe.
My mission began a while ago. I don't have the actual recorded date.
But this was a time where ruthless blood hungry oddly colored dogs tortured
their 'humans'. It was a sick sick time.
In a small funky house, on a small funky street lived a funky guy and a funky dog. And this is how it happened. I was a neighbor, I took an interest on what was going on in their house, mainly because I don't have enough to do at home. Oh well..
So sometimes I'd look out my window into one of their two front room windows enclosing the door, and I'd see Steve in his green shirt and khaki pants tied to his 'thinking' chair, while some sort of blue dog chewed and gnawed on his feet. His screams were relentless and so was the dog. It disturbed me to a point of going over and asking if everything was okay, I wanted to meet this person. I wanted to know why he deserved such torture. After he opened the door, I realized he was a prisoner, in search of a hero! He smiled very wide, he seemed to be happy. It was just an act, I assured myself. 'Hi.' He said. His dog raced over to the door which I was at. I jumped back a few steps and warned the devil dog to leave me alone or I'd snap his neck. Steve thought this was amusing, he tilted his head to the side, bugged his eyes out and said 'No, no this is Blue, my puppy, she's a nice dog...SHE, by the way' I said to him 'I care not of this possessed dogs' gender!' Steve bugged his eyes out and smiled down at Blue.
It was all an act. I was sure of it. I said good bye to Steve and began my journey across the street, back to the safety of my home. I'd be back for Steve, I'd save him.
Right before I opened my door, I could hear him singing from across the street, he was standing in his doorway, belting out something like. ' Now it's time for so-long, and I'll sing one last song, This dog is tearin' me apart, she's gonna stab a spear through my heart, you've got a lot of bravery in you,Will you save me from Blue?.'
Atleast that's how I'd heard it. I went inside my house, ran upstairs and packed my bag. It was time for that dog to go.
In a small funky house, on a small funky street lived a funky guy and a funky dog. And this is how it happened. I was a neighbor, I took an interest on what was going on in their house, mainly because I don't have enough to do at home. Oh well..
So sometimes I'd look out my window into one of their two front room windows enclosing the door, and I'd see Steve in his green shirt and khaki pants tied to his 'thinking' chair, while some sort of blue dog chewed and gnawed on his feet. His screams were relentless and so was the dog. It disturbed me to a point of going over and asking if everything was okay, I wanted to meet this person. I wanted to know why he deserved such torture. After he opened the door, I realized he was a prisoner, in search of a hero! He smiled very wide, he seemed to be happy. It was just an act, I assured myself. 'Hi.' He said. His dog raced over to the door which I was at. I jumped back a few steps and warned the devil dog to leave me alone or I'd snap his neck. Steve thought this was amusing, he tilted his head to the side, bugged his eyes out and said 'No, no this is Blue, my puppy, she's a nice dog...SHE, by the way' I said to him 'I care not of this possessed dogs' gender!' Steve bugged his eyes out and smiled down at Blue.
It was all an act. I was sure of it. I said good bye to Steve and began my journey across the street, back to the safety of my home. I'd be back for Steve, I'd save him.
Right before I opened my door, I could hear him singing from across the street, he was standing in his doorway, belting out something like. ' Now it's time for so-long, and I'll sing one last song, This dog is tearin' me apart, she's gonna stab a spear through my heart, you've got a lot of bravery in you,Will you save me from Blue?.'
Atleast that's how I'd heard it. I went inside my house, ran upstairs and packed my bag. It was time for that dog to go.