seriosly considering...

getting a pooch.

a dog.

canis lupus familiaris.
visited the pound recently. nothing but black-eyed pitbull's waiting to clamp down on some unsuspecting mail-person.

or kid.

or me.

but i don't wanna to become one of those 'dog guys.'

walking their pure-bred german sheppard named diablo.

w/ a beer gut gleaned from speciality micro-brews.

and boneless chicken wings.

walking the coast in teva sandals.

scheduling my time around Laker games.

devoting weekends towards fantasy football,

and the current real-estate market.

i dont want to be that.

big calves.

profiles on eHarmony.

nights alone w/diablo, nooshing theatre-flavored popcorn.

diablo licking his nuts, then taking a popped kernel of corn from my mouth.

no.

but i do want a dog.

so when i'm gone, the pooch is guarding the compound.

barking @ the degenerate hoodlums that creep in the streets.

waiting for me to come home.

to sit.

and to smile.

- tail wagging, ears forward.

good boy...