Monday, September 29, 2008

childhood memories



I was seven...........
or eight..not quite sure,but I was young enough to still enjoy the sights sounds and smells of the world..play make believe at my grandparents farm, revel in the sunshine and be mystified by the prickles on a fuzzy catepillar creeping along a crab apple tree....
there were puppies...always puppies...for you see..they lived on a farm, had hunting dogs ...bloodhounds, blue ticks, setters, and mutts.
They all, always had puppies. I would sit and watch the "prized " mother in her pen , her teets hanging as the babies sucked them dry...scrambling over her to get fed. I'd always ask if I could have the runt...and I would be affectionately informed that it wouldn't make it & would more than likely be buried soon...
I always liked the runts, I would steal then away, run off to the big barn, hang out it the hay loft and enhale deeply the sent of those doomed creatures. Some made it, others did not.
the ones that did would lick my toes...and I would go home to the city , unwashed smelling of dirt, dog and hay.
Renee was my first sight of crazy. She was uncle Rogers girlfriend after Dora...Dora taught me how to pee like a lady in the woods, she was country, but pretty and not nuts...
Renee however was. She had that mad hell bent on destruction look in her eyes, and wild hair that was bleached orange and stuck up ..it reminded me of the rabbits nests we'd find when Sugar ( pappy's wiener dog) would dig em out and leave them on the porch as presents.. baby bunnies included.
Her eyes were black and they shined ....she always had a sick smile..twisted ...and you just knew she had a secret.
I hated her, her smell, the way she touched him made me feel weird. Sex never made me uncomfortable,....but she did things...I think, just to see if I would twitch, grabbing his ass...and looking at me like .....well with that same twisted sick smile
Everyone was gone..she was playing with the puppies....and grinning....
I didn't want to touch them after that..they were mostly black, with lil white patches on their feet.
She took the small ones out ........
Everyone came home and she went back inside.
I decided to go see the runts, they needed to be washed...
they were not there...
The camper on the back of Pappy's truck was open...it was Never open..
So I climbed inside...
I saw a paw, sticking out of the foam mattress in the back.....
She really was a monster, she killed the runts, there were two in this litter...
and now, they were dead.....just like they had said.

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