The indignation of a dog

As the elderly gentle-dog and his betrothed lady-dog sauntered down the idyllic forest promenade, belligerently (but elegantly!) lamenting the state of things, they experienced the sudden sensation of having to pee.

“I say. Lutetia!” he barked.

She paused her current lecture on the imbecility of opening the promenade for motorised traffic.

“What is it, dear?”
“I feel the need to pee.”

Thankfully, nearby crossroads provided them with ample opportunity to leave their mark.

“Ah!” she barked again. “As I was about to tell you, dear, I find it—”

At this very moment, the crossroads lightened up with the sounds of numerous cars doing what cars do on roads like this, with the added entertainment of honking, squealing breaks, metallic deformation sounds and, eventually, rather compassionate discussions between the, thankfully, physically not too damaged humans involved.

“Lutetia, you seem agitated.” he barked.
“I am, rather!”

Completely forgetting to finish what he had begun, the gentle-dog walked sternly towards the street and started berating the human fools. After a short while, the first of the cars including its owner seemed to heed the advice given and disappeared in the distance.

The gentle-dog’s work, however, was not done. He went about his task emphatically, so much so that his betrothed felt the need to intervene.

“Heribert!” she howled. “Think of your blood pressure.”

Heribert did not heed her call but rushed even closer, into the midst of the cars and humans. Strangely, Lutetia thought, this seemed to have a positive effect. The arguing humans stopped in their tracks, watching the geriatric berserker of a gentle-dog bark and hiss and bite. One of them, a particularly well-built example of these upright apes, for that was what they were, really, Lutetia thought, bent down and started caressing Heribert, who ceased to bark in order to visibly enjoy the treatment.

“Lutetia, come!” he howled towards her. “This is extraordinary!

Lutetia did come. Indeed, she did. For her original business at the crossroads had been done and forgotten.

© 2018 Alexander Biebricher All Rights Reserved. Image source at PICRYL.

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