Walk with the lively dog and the dull man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Written 2019

Walk with the lively dog and the dull man

The night is dark and gloomy. My feet are bare. Street lights loosely mark the direction of the road, but it's really the dog I'm following. Amused, I pay attention to his antics. Walking through the grass, stopping as he sniffs bushes, I submit to his will. I am servant to meet his every whim. This is animal nature after all. A fascinating affair. Ears are pricked up, his nose constantly in motion. Lord knows what he sees, hears and smells. Yet he's on a leash. The implication is that he doesn't know what's best for himself - that we, his superiors, consider this restraint necessary out of fear. Perhaps he'll run off, chase something and not return, after all. Wouldn't that be inconvenient?

 I continue to walk, pensively, in a rather solemn mood. Meanwhile in silence I listlessly endure mindless chatter. Incessant babble. Benign and benevolent, of course, but nonethess vapid drool. These are hobbies of the dull man. The utterly clueness charlatan. One who lives to indulge his pathological state. A living being, mindlessly taking up space, on some whim or another, indulging in dacadence, doing as he was told, being a good boy for big brother. One who deliberately shies away from any controversial discussion. Seemingly content with his delusions, he joyously torments his unfortunate listener with an endless barrage of vain, macho, stories. Maintaining his facade of bullshit, meant to impress. For the greater good. As the statesman himself would approve. 

Pettiness. Childish vanity. And it's all innocent enough, so that it's unreasonable to cast the man into doubt. Why bother, even? It's all in good fun, yes? He's doing his best in life, right? Yet he continues to blurt absurdities. This meaningless dribble defines the night. Spoils the serenity of the walk. Takes from the breeze blowing through the tree tops. The stars in the sky. Yet here I stand in obstinate silence. And then there's the dog, who is oblivious to the philosophies of the human whom has claimed him as property and leads him by a collar and leash, out of insecurity, uncertainty or confusion. Profoundly naive through and through. It's a muddle. Perhaps my thoughts are just profoundly negative (yep) and none of my expressions hold any value to the pragmatic man, the man of integrity and honour. The one who abides and follows. And he can hardly be blamed for doing so. The effect is all. This is just a walk. I've made it about myself. The dog leads on.


Submitted: June 11, 2021

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moa rider

As a country lad, I'd always had dogs, but I'd never have one in town because I'd never pick up the shit. Dogs are more intellegent than we realise and I joke to myself when I see the many dogs taking their masters or mistresses for a walk. In town they have nothing better to do than smell where another dog has been, but the dog as you say, leads. My dogs were working dogs, so needed to be under control and never on a leash. Keeping them busy, they only ever want to please the boss. And yep, I walk in a sports park the day after the game - what I see is stupidity and laziness. Usianguke

Sat, June 12th, 2021 9:35pm

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Yeah the concrete jungle is a sad place. Oftentimes dogs appear more intelligent and compassionate l than their owners.

Mon, June 14th, 2021 12:21am

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