This is my baby Louie. He is a black-lab mix, and he came into my life a year ago when my co-worker brought inside the building, a six-week old puppy that he had found in an abandoned house outside our building in Detroit. Louie had sat next to me in the office all day long and I feel in love, I HAD to take him home. A year later and it feels like he was always here.
Louie has a habit of eating everything in the apartment, he puts Marley from Marley and Me to shame. Once I came home from work and he had eaten a can of alphabet soup. Louie is also my guard puppy. He barks at all the strangers that come past my apartment to warn me of potential danger, but he is actually a big baby. He is scared of little kids and bikes. The best story of Louie’s “guard puppy” heroics is when he literally stopped US mail. The mailman walked up the drive to distribute the mail and Louie somehow got out of my apartment and barked at the mailman until he just left. A half-hour later I went outside to see if he had returned with the mail, and no such luck, he never came back that day. I even wrote a poem about it for my poetry workshop:
Entering through the door, bracing myself for the leap.
The leap, the kiss and the bits on the floor.
A bowl full of biscuits, and yet alphabets?
A whole can.
“Louie, when are you going to pay rent?”
Another kiss, and a sideways grin.
“And look at this bill, it’s $80 for your injections.”
Scratch scratch, sniff, sniff. Wag.
“At least you’ve got your looks”
Deep rumble in the throat, “What is it?, what’s there?”
Brush past into the yard and
Your off your leash.
Nothing left but a trail of white.
The truck is gone, the boxes the same.
No post today.