warehouse dog

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Three drabbles from three perspectives

Eames found the dog in an alley while he was supposed to be tailing a mark. It looked so helpless that he just had to pick it up and bring it back to the warehouse. He had a thing for pit bulls – misunderstood creatures, so often abused and then blamed for being afraid of people. “I would never let a pit bull near my child.” “It’s in their nature to be violent.”

It was a frigid day and the puppy was shivering. From the cold or from fear? Either way, Eames tucked him into his jacket. His little paw pads scrabbled against his chest at first, but soon the puppy relaxed and sank into his body heat.

When Eames first showed up at the warehouse with a stray dog, Arthur rolled his eyes. It was so like Eames, to impulsively take pity on some pathetic creature and assume that he could help it. But the more he watched Eames with the puppy — which he had begun calling “Sir Frederick,” or “Freddie” for short — the more he felt a creeping sense of fondness bleeding into his view of Eames. Maybe it was Eames’s attentiveness, the way he was constantly carrying Freddie around and laying absentminded kisses on his head. Maybe it was the contrast between this tiny, bumbling, helpless animal and Eames’s practiced, capable sturdiness. Whatever it was, Arthur felt an unfamiliar sense of envy, although whether he was envious of Eames or of the puppy, he wasn’t sure.

OH MY GOD HELLO YOU ARE WARM AND FRIENDLY

YOU HAVE A SPIKY FACE AND I LOVE YOU

YOU SMELL LIKE A FOREST I LIKE FORESTS I LIKE TO RUN AROUND AND DIG CAN WE GO DIG

IS THAT A BONE I LOVE BONES

YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD LIKE IS SOME FOOD DO YOU HAVE ANY

I WAS COLD BUT NOW I AM WARM THANK YOU

DO YOU HAVE ANY FOOD THERE IS FOOD IN THE FORESTS

WHO IS THAT MAN CAN I PEE ON HIM

Concept: you own an old industrial warehouse. you invite artist friends from all over the world to come and work, everyone learns new things from each other. you get grants to furnish the warehouse with the tools needed to make whatever anyone desires. you host workshops that are open to the public. you build a tiny house within the warehouse, where your dog and partner live. you don’t have to worry about money or food, you are fulfilled.