Post by HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE on Aug 7, 2011 21:14:59 GMT -5
"And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became"
For such a small dog, Auggie was pulling rather roughly on his leash. Henry, who had trained him to the best of his ability, had always found him to be a calm and gentle dog. But, today, the little bugger was on a mission. What that mission was, Henry wasn’t entirely sure, but, whatever it was, it seemed damn important to that little grey and black dog. Atlas Terrier’s were known for their curiosity and fearlessness so, Henry just assumed he’d smelled something of interest and was desperate to discover its source.
Moving at a brisk pace across Central Park, Henry took a deep breath. The air was crisp without the slightest hint of humidity. Summer was beginning to wane and soon the leaves would change and he’d have to switch out his closets for far warmer clothes. Although he usually wore pants, Henry much preferred running in shorts. Only when it was absolutely necessary to wear a pair of windbreakers did he pull them from his drawers. Today he wore a pair of jeans, faded and comfortable, and a plain v-neck grey shirt. The cool air felt good on his skin. It was a nice, welcomed reprise from the heat wave that had overtaken New York just a week before.
Settling near a large oak tree, Henry unclipped the leash from his little dog’s collar and let him run free. Leaning against the bark, he watched as Auggie raced around in circles following whatever smell currently had his attention. Henry reached for the tennis ball in his pocket, rolling it around in his hand for a moment, before throwing it out toward the small pet. Auggie darted toward the yellow-green sphere with such ferocity that he ended up over running it and had to dive back to grab it.
Cradling it in his mouth, Auggie trotted back toward Henry with his prize. Henry rubbed the dogs head and Auggie dropped the ball at his feet. “Good boy.” He scratched behind his ears with a smile. They played fetch for several minutes, each time Henry lobbed the ball Auggie would dart to get it with the same intensity as the very first time. Then having grown tired with the game, Auggie decided to plop down in the middle of the grass on his back and lay there as if to say “come-and-rub-my-tummy-Henry” and Henry did.
Head tilted to the side Auggie must have caught another whiff of that smell because he quickly jumped to his feet and dashed about thirty yards away. Henry jogged after him, the leash in one hand and the tennis ball in the other. “Auggie!” he called out. But, the little dog continued along his nose determined to find that scent.
