Home
Stories & Lit
Print|Email|Text Size: ||
Scary Math
Pages:

Pages

“It must have been so hard to give him up,” I said. The schmaltz was involuntary at this point.

The angle of the hipster’s head kept the tears pooled in his eyes until he stood and looked down at Jasper before gazing into the distance.

My grip tightened on Jasper’s leash.

“You guys have done a great job with him,” he said, finally.“He’s very happy.”

The hipster was not happy. He extended his hand to each of us. I said nothing in fear of suggesting visitation rights. He and his girlfriend continued down the street. Jasper did not put up a fuss, thank god.

Mike and I reached the end of the block before either one of us dared to look at the other, before we spoke and turned around, slowly, to see if the hipster was following us.

Pages:

Pages

Print|Email
This article first appeared in The Bark,
Issue 50: Sept/Oct 2008
Kim Lemon is a writer/editor of the blog and an executive at Showtime Networks, Inc. Cleanistry.com

More From The Bark

Illustration by Heather Horton
By
Bernice Kolier
Kit, standing on "Determination" stone at César Chávez park
By
Claudia Kawczynska
By
Yvonne Zipter
More in Stories & Lit:
How I Found My Dog Carson
Part-Time Puppies
Tula
Walking with Misty
My Dog Murphy
Healing Fraught History of African Americans and Dogs
The Great Unwashed
My Canine Co-Counselor
Canis Mythicus
This Hound