Chapter 7
A couple hours passed very nicely, and all too soon I was sitting up yawning and praying I would not get another hangover. Geez, I was a cheap drunk. I was covered in white dog hair. Brushing some of it off, I looked to where Jimmy was sitting beside me, playing with another dog, a black one. A funny looking one but still, Jimmy and it were having so much fun, tumbling around, fake-biting, I laughed out loud. I went and watered another tree and when I came back, Jimmy had a kitten in his mouth (the way a mother cat would), and he and the other dog were no longer playing but snarling at each other. The other dog wanted that kitten too! I’d never known dogs even liked cats, but then Jimmy must be a big old softie. He felt he was protecting ‘his’ baby from…shit. That was not a dog.
