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A Letter From a Pug
by Craig Elliott

A dogís life, grrrrrr. Bout time somebody starts listeniní to me for a change. Hey lady, who do you think sees everything that goes on around this place? I mean, I sit at the door, when Iím not resting, and I see everything. I run off the postman, the power guy, and anybody else that tries to mark our territory. Does anybody thank me? All I get is a hard time. I keep your new Japanese maples watered, and you complain. You want well water? Do it yourself. Go ahead, unwrap the hose and do it yourself. I could be doing a thousand other things, like sleeping, and instead I help with the yardwork. Another thing- no more wisecracks about my butt dragging the ground. If you were this short, you wouldnít do any better. And another thing, if you saw what I see from down here, your eyes would bug out too. Enough already.


Hereís the deal. No more cardboard dog ďbiscuits.Ē Beef jerky, and I mean the real stuff, and Slim Jims. Itís gotta be something that used to breathe or I donít want it. And no locking me outside when I have company. I mean, if they donít want me jumping on them, they would stay at home, donít ya think? And another thing- the sofa is all mine. You leave, itís mine. You leave the room, same thing. You donít like it, move. I have already marked the yard anyway, so guess whose place it is? As long as somebody leaves me some food and water out, I donít need you anyway.


Oh yeah- the heater. Keep your legs out of the way. You say I need my beauty sleep, so give me some space. Lots of space. Like leave the room and donít come back Ďtil you can be sweet. After all, who else could bring you this much happiness? The good times? Honestly, sometimes I think you forget whoís the pet.


I almost forgot. If I want to pee in the garage, so be it. Let it dry baby, you wonít even know it was there. Come rain or shine, the garage is mine. Whatís with you people? You always want me in the yard. I guess you want me to get fleas, huh? And no more baths. If I want to get wet, I know where the creek is. You put that stuff on me that makes me itch. Go away, bad dream. Iím ready for some changes, and Iím not to sure youíre part of them. Now get me some fresh water. PleaseÖÖ..