ABOUT BENJAMIN

…a memoir about our childhood dog - to be illustrated soon.

Picking cherries we stuck our toes into the deep sticky green grass. Here pets are put to rest and the living throw offerings to the dead. The grass glistened from the juice-spitting bonbons, the very-like-saliva-provoking-hitting-sweet-spots. Mmh, I still dream about those cherries! Benjamin ate them too. He would scour the grass ignoring wasps that stung his ass. He didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to eat those cherries. That dog knew a lot of things, but being a dog was not one of them.

Benjamin was a fantastic dog! A chubby witty yellow Labrador with round, brown eyes. Those only cartoonist would make up. He had three back decks like the ones at the back of a big man’s fleshy back neck. That dog was a bear with a heart bigger than Winnie’s and he would slouch like a lion patrolling us children like we were his piggies. His patience was his finest virtue of them all with only raw chicken breast being his Achilles heel and all. But then, aren’t they all’s?