A prize for Charlie

My dog, Charlie, was a really good boy. Everything good he found, he earned a Tasty Bone, his favorite treat. His hobbies were fetching, sleeping and eating treats.

We used to play at the dog park, where people were nice, and trees were covered on new born, smelly oranges. The small coffee shop in the park was a nice place to chill while Charlie hanged out with almost every dog alive.

But today Charlie came out of nowhere and ran through the tables, his leash tangling with stuff and tossing a lot of food and drinks all around. And what for? He was a sweet jerk, he had fetched a ball for a girl who was stuck on her book, Gone with the Wind while drinking coke.

As I came nearby, apologizing to everyone for the mess my dog had caused, I realized the girl in front of Charlie was probably the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on.

I was certainly going bananas for her in merely a second. My face, childish and round, was suddenly red as tomatoes and as I was getting closer to her, my drool was getting thick as greek yogurt, my mouth drenched but my lips dry.

She had her eyes glued to the book, but spared a smile to Charlie, and then looked at me with her white wine golden eyes.

“Hey” she told me, “Is this cutie yours?”

I dropped all the treats, Charlie was a good boy.