Story of young boy and dog.

His manor of behavior was simple enough. He gave equal opportunity to every though wave which plagued his mind. His vision was more capable at mimicking then usual. His world was one with the absolute reality which offered it governance. His name was Jacob, and he was a chocolate lab.
Jacob was born to a mother of average breed and his father, averagely enough, was “boarder line show dog” According to the owner’s of Jacobs’s mother. The pup flourished on a farm in Eastern Washington.
As expected a family of five pulled up into the very same dusty drive that belonged to Jacob’s family. The family in which Jacob did not yet belong to had pulled up in a Plymouth Voyager. The Voyager was a very terrible shade of grey and it game a certain member of the family a headache.
Headache and all the five of them looked at the pups and not the $400.00 dollars promptly handed over in exchange. One pup, Jacob, was selected. The family could not remember if they had ever heard a whimper, or what a whimper could even sound like. The family was certain that Jacob was whimpering at them because he wanted to go to his new home.
At new home Jacob found himself tied to a post with a rope around his neck. He had a spacious dog house all to himself. Years later most member of the family undoubtly viewed an advertisement with somber background music and cute pictures of young animals shown. Jacob had a sad look in his eyes, but no one was fooling anyone into believing that animals had emotion.
The family member in which grey gave headaches would run in fields of timothy hay with young Jacob. Jacob enjoyed these excursions immensely and would fill his mouth full of mice which he rooted for like a scout under irrigation piping. The timothy hay was sold to rich Japanese horse owners, for bull fighting and horse racing.
One day in is brought to the surface above generalities. Headache boy had a bb gun. There was a large tree in the back yard of the house of the family of five. Outside the boy ventured with the bb gun in either of his arms. Jacob Knew it was his lucky day. Young boy shot a bird out of a tree and young Jacob opened his licked lips as an dead thing spiraled from a branch. Neither of them had heard such beautiful crunching such as they heard on that day. Happy and proud, the boy would never hunt again. The same could not be said of the pup.
“Bad” said the father of five seeing thirteen dead chickens abstractly arranged around the dead grass if the back yard. Jacob had preformed a work of pure brilliance after tasting his first bird. He was now birdie. Jacob did like going into the garage when the family left in the van, and sometimes he would even ride in the van and he stank when he had gone into the river. In the garage the father beat Jacob for his brilliant act. The father beat his children on occasion. And this was good, because it breed respect in them. Jacob also knew it was good, and he knew that he posed no emotion so the beating was not a terrible thing. It was decided that it was a very good thing. Other members of the family in turn would give Jacob this good thing.
Jacob did many other things before he stopped doing things and started sleeping on a back porch of a new house which the family moved to later. The father of the family still feed and talked to Jacob everyday. Jacob’s Family’s house was very modern and sustainable and he thanked the divine energy that connects us all for it’s wonderful ability to bless his life. Only Jacob was old and was probably going to die soon, he had arthritis and tumors. Sometimes the one that grey gave a headache to would come home and visit. And He felt emotion towards Jacob. Jacob, of course felt nothing. His wagging tail was a natural reaction, like a man’s penis filling with blood. No emotion. His eyes did look very sad, though. And he wiped his but around while sitting and it look very comical to everyone in the family. Jacob was a “good boy”.

Fin.