The Dog is Doing Nothing: Difference between revisions

The day was relatively overcast and the night creeped on the clouds and the sun as the sky turned an orange- purple. Every minute the sun creeped lower and lower under the cover of the West Mesa. The sand of the arroyo was still hot from the sun of the day and the shrubs and cacti were begging for the night, but the dog did not know. The dog cared not for these things as he could not. The pull of the leash, the heat of the sand, the color of the sky, they were all indifferent to the dog. Ignorance was the core of the dog’sdog's life. There were no questions, only observations in the world of the dog.

Once the caretaker and the dog arrived home the owner unleashed the dog, washed her hands, and walked to her bedroom with an almost urgent but relaxed walk. The house was styled in that of pueblo revival, with blue window sills and a blue door. The summer heat seeped into the house and forced the air conditioning to work harder to regulate a comfortable air. The brown tile floor, however, was cool as it absorbed all the air conditioner’sconditioner's almost endless product. The dog's paws felt cool on the tile floor so the dog laid on his belly and fell asleep.