A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Do you know what it's like to want something you can't have? Does your heart break at the mere sight of this impossible thing? I pace the window all day, watching my hydrant. It calls to me: "Buster," it says, "pisssssss on me." 

What does it matter what one dog wants in this crazy world? A world where what you love most can be taken from you in an afternoon. 

The humans in yellow helmets came and drilled the sidewalk. They carried chunks of concrete away in wheelbarrows. 

If I make it out the door now, I can't get high enough to reach the hydrant. Even on my hind legs, my nose just grazes the base. 

The cat thinks this is hilarious. I fear that I'm about to snap. My owners still toss the tennis ball for me to retrieve. And I catch it just to please them, but underneath this happy-go-lucky exterior, I am a ticking timebomb. 

The terrorists in yellow hats are back. I watch their every move with a growl in the back of my throat. My nose makes smudges on the glass. If they try to take away my hydrant, I will explode. There are limits to what one dog can handle. 


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