Possibly Maybe…

I was jamming out to Bjork’s pure electronic music bliss on the way home from volunteering. The guy with the raucous hip hop blaring next to me jeered at me when he pulled up at the red light. My new car stereo from Jimmy’s absolutely rocks! Every time I hear Bjork’s music, I always think of her assaulting that person of the press who got way too close to her children in that airport.  Don’t screw with Bjork!  She went wild like a madwoman! One of the more flagrant gaffs in rock and roll or music in general.

Riding down fast-food lane, I picked Maggie and I up some double cheeseburgers. I also got what my father calls my “big ass” coke. Fat Albert’s would call it a “big gulp” soda.  I didn't let her eat them just yet, though.  I deserved some me time with my pup.  I got down Indian style on the floor and she got one of the best back scratches in the whole wide world.  The smells coming from that McDonald’s bag only fueled the frenzy.  I didn’t disappoint her my dear sweet soul.  She got the works for spending the morning all alone. Maggie was always just a one guy kind of gal anyway.  A tear rolled down my cheeks of some recent things that have occurred and I vowed to Maggie she would be safe with me.

“Just don’t go digging out of the fence you silly dog,” I said goodheartedly after scolding her at the same time I was choking back tears.