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hwrnmnbsolIt is time. Hooray! It must be time. He has the leash. He is putting on the appropriate shoes. It is time. We are going to go for a walk! Open this door! Struggling to… stand still… while leash… is applied…. Ah! It is TIME.
We are out the door. We are down the walk. Must smell this. Who’s been here? Who’s been in MY YARD? Oh, it was the spaniel. Lift leg: I’M HERE TOO!
Hold on. Just a second. Something was under this drainpipe. Something was here NOT LONG AGO. Something that smells furry, small and edible. Lift leg: GONNA GET YOU SUCKA!
Okay. Minor issue. Got some business to attend to. Hold the phone. Assume the position. HRRGGH….Ngah! Ah. Yes. Bravo me. Cover that up. There we are. Done and done.
Right! Down the sidewalk. Smell this sign. Nobody home. What the hell. Lift leg: FIRST POSTER!
What’s next? Almost at the corner. Ah. AH! There it is. There’s the one. My nemesis.
The hydrant.
Hello. Hello, my enemy. Will you speak to me today? Is this arm of your far-flung body prepared to converse?
YES, QUADRUPED. FROM FAR BELOW THE EARTH I SEE YOU. FROM LONG AGO I KNOW YOUR NAME. YOU ARE A SENTINEL. YOU KEEP THE WATCH.
True, metal beast. I, too, know you from long ago. You are the world-octopus. You reach your limbs onto every block of every street. You peep above the ground with your three-eyed organs. You sit perfectly still and hope nobody will notice you.
CURSE YOU, FURRY CREATURE. NOBODY HAS ASKED YOU TO INTERCEDE ON BEHALF OF THE BIPEDS. THEIR TIME ON THE EARTH IS SHORT. WALK AWAY AND TAKE NO SIDES. MY QUARREL IS NOT WITH YOU.
You do not understand us at all, metal beast. We cannot warn the masters because they lack the ability to communicate. But we keep our watch. We mark the points where you rise to spy upon them. Like so – lift leg: GUYS, HERE’S ONE!
GAH! DISGUSTING QUADRUPED! MY VENGEANCE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU UNTOUCHED!
Done here. Down the sidewalk… pull! Pull! Let’s go! Faster! Quicker! No, wait. Something was under this bush. CAT! CAT! Oh, I smell ya. Ugly little bastard. Where’d you go? Doesn’t matter. Lift leg: AH’LL BE BACK!
Hey hey hey! Other dog coming our way! Hi there. How ya doin’. What’s your name? I see you’re a girl. You ate something interesting yesterday. Check out what I ate. Pretty fuckin’ awesome. Hey, go check out that hydrant down the block. Yeah, it’s still there. I marked it. You might think about marking it too. All right. Bad ass. See ya later.
Let’s GO! Strolling down the sidewalk. Nothing over here. Nothing over there. Nothing over OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S A BICYCLE! Hey you bicycle! I’m a dog! I see you going by! Don’t think I don’t see you going by! I could take you! Yeah, that’s right, run away! Don’t come back either! Stupid bicycle.
Whoa Nelly. Stop the presses. Further pressing business. Here’s a nice bit of grass. Back up, haunches down. HURRRG. HYURGH. OH my yes. Now we’re talkin’. Clean-up on aisle ‘yard’. Hey, wait a minute: did I eat that? I totally don’t remember eating that! Bizarre stuff.
Aha. End of the block. Another hydrant. Earth-octopus, your eyes are many. Your arms are long. Your patience is almost infinite. But we are the Sentinels. Long ago we swore a mighty oath. We will keep the faith. We will hold vigil over you. And where you rise to peer at the humans, we shall mark you.
STUPID QUADRUPED. WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO TO MARK MY HEADS OVER AND OVER AGAIN? YOU KNOW WHERE I AM.
But you move around, metal monster. Sometimes you rise in a new place, sink down in an old one. Sentinels must note your patterns, monitor your activities. We must watch you like a hawk. And we must communicate with each other. Other dogs may come into this neighborhood. And when they do, I shall show them that I am wise to you. Like this – lift leg: X MARKS THE SPOT!
AUGH! A THOUSAND HOT DEATHS AWAIT YOU AND YOUR PROGENY WHEN SOMEDAY I RISE!
Yeeaaaahh stick it. Here we go here we go, circling around into the park. Wow, those people have food. They have a PICNIC. I want some food, slup. Oh wow, I think they have hot dogs, slup. Golly, slup, I love those. Hey, c’mon, let go of the leash. Please. I’m serious, I want a hot dog, slup. I won’t bug anybody, I’ll just, slup, go and ask very nicely for a HEY C’MON STOP I JUST WANNA fine, okay, whatever. Jeez.
Oh MAN there have been a lot of dogs in the park recently. One marked over here. And also over here. Lift leg: HI, EVERYBODY! I am totally here too. I’m also over here. I get around. I’m a badass.
Is that a piece of trash on the ground? I love trash! It smells kinda like motor oil and kinda like hamburger! I bet I could really chew that into a thousand tiny pieces. I am totally going to HEY NO C’MON NOT AGAIN! It’s just trash! What’s the problem? Wait, go back! This is insanity!
All right, some kids are playing Frisbee! Hey you Frisbee, I’m gonna get you! Don’t you fly away! Come back here! You gotta land sometime! That’s right, come to poppa! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I totally got you pinned now! Hey, you want your Frisbee back? There you go. I moistened it for you. You’re welcome.
Right on, rounding the corner for home. The last hydrant. Ground-demon, I am running low on marking fluid. But I saved a little in the tank for you. I have to always save a little for you. Those other markings are for fun. Marking you is my job.
MARK AWAY, RIDICULOUS QUADRUPED. YOU ARE FLESH AND BONE. I AM METAL AND HATE. IN TIME YOU WILL WITHER AND ROT. YOU’LL BE MEAT FOR THE MAGGOTS AND I’LL STILL BE HERE. IN TIME THE SENTINELS WILL FORGET THEIR PROMISE, BECAUSE YOU ARE MORTAL. THEN I SHALL RISE.
How can we forget? We are born to this task. When we fall from the womb, we are programmed for this duty. When our eyes first open, we look for you. When we take our first shaky steps, we hunt for you. When we are allowed our first walk out into the greater world, we know where we must go. We must find you, and note your locations, and tell the others about them too.
TELL WHOEVER YOU LIKE. WHEN I RISE, YOUR TEETH CANNOT TEAR MY METAL. YOUR PAWS CANNOT SCRATCH MY HATE. YOU ARE IMPOTENT AGAINST ME. I FEAR YOU NOT.
Then why don’t you rise now? Your big talk doesn’t fool us. As long as we keep close tabs on you, you dare not show more of yourself. You’re only brave as long as you can act in secret. But you shall never have secrets as long as we mark you – thus! Lift leg: I’M THE BOSS OF YOU!
NAUSEATING. OH, THE INDIGNITY OF IT ALL. I RELISH THE THOUGHT OF ONE DAY RISING TO CRUSH YOU AND ALL YOUR INSOLENT KIND.
Dream on, my evil metal friend. Gotta go now. Heading back home. Could use a drink of water. Maybe a nice nap on the rug. Later, perhaps I’ll destroy something. Not sure what; doesn’t matter. Right now, need some rest. Gotta get my beauty sleep. Big day tomorrow. Important job needs doing.
Ah, the old grind.
We are out the door. We are down the walk. Must smell this. Who’s been here? Who’s been in MY YARD? Oh, it was the spaniel. Lift leg: I’M HERE TOO!
Hold on. Just a second. Something was under this drainpipe. Something was here NOT LONG AGO. Something that smells furry, small and edible. Lift leg: GONNA GET YOU SUCKA!
Okay. Minor issue. Got some business to attend to. Hold the phone. Assume the position. HRRGGH….Ngah! Ah. Yes. Bravo me. Cover that up. There we are. Done and done.
Right! Down the sidewalk. Smell this sign. Nobody home. What the hell. Lift leg: FIRST POSTER!
What’s next? Almost at the corner. Ah. AH! There it is. There’s the one. My nemesis.
The hydrant.
Hello. Hello, my enemy. Will you speak to me today? Is this arm of your far-flung body prepared to converse?
YES, QUADRUPED. FROM FAR BELOW THE EARTH I SEE YOU. FROM LONG AGO I KNOW YOUR NAME. YOU ARE A SENTINEL. YOU KEEP THE WATCH.
True, metal beast. I, too, know you from long ago. You are the world-octopus. You reach your limbs onto every block of every street. You peep above the ground with your three-eyed organs. You sit perfectly still and hope nobody will notice you.
CURSE YOU, FURRY CREATURE. NOBODY HAS ASKED YOU TO INTERCEDE ON BEHALF OF THE BIPEDS. THEIR TIME ON THE EARTH IS SHORT. WALK AWAY AND TAKE NO SIDES. MY QUARREL IS NOT WITH YOU.
You do not understand us at all, metal beast. We cannot warn the masters because they lack the ability to communicate. But we keep our watch. We mark the points where you rise to spy upon them. Like so – lift leg: GUYS, HERE’S ONE!
GAH! DISGUSTING QUADRUPED! MY VENGEANCE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU UNTOUCHED!
Done here. Down the sidewalk… pull! Pull! Let’s go! Faster! Quicker! No, wait. Something was under this bush. CAT! CAT! Oh, I smell ya. Ugly little bastard. Where’d you go? Doesn’t matter. Lift leg: AH’LL BE BACK!
Hey hey hey! Other dog coming our way! Hi there. How ya doin’. What’s your name? I see you’re a girl. You ate something interesting yesterday. Check out what I ate. Pretty fuckin’ awesome. Hey, go check out that hydrant down the block. Yeah, it’s still there. I marked it. You might think about marking it too. All right. Bad ass. See ya later.
Let’s GO! Strolling down the sidewalk. Nothing over here. Nothing over there. Nothing over OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S A BICYCLE! Hey you bicycle! I’m a dog! I see you going by! Don’t think I don’t see you going by! I could take you! Yeah, that’s right, run away! Don’t come back either! Stupid bicycle.
Whoa Nelly. Stop the presses. Further pressing business. Here’s a nice bit of grass. Back up, haunches down. HURRRG. HYURGH. OH my yes. Now we’re talkin’. Clean-up on aisle ‘yard’. Hey, wait a minute: did I eat that? I totally don’t remember eating that! Bizarre stuff.
Aha. End of the block. Another hydrant. Earth-octopus, your eyes are many. Your arms are long. Your patience is almost infinite. But we are the Sentinels. Long ago we swore a mighty oath. We will keep the faith. We will hold vigil over you. And where you rise to peer at the humans, we shall mark you.
STUPID QUADRUPED. WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO TO MARK MY HEADS OVER AND OVER AGAIN? YOU KNOW WHERE I AM.
But you move around, metal monster. Sometimes you rise in a new place, sink down in an old one. Sentinels must note your patterns, monitor your activities. We must watch you like a hawk. And we must communicate with each other. Other dogs may come into this neighborhood. And when they do, I shall show them that I am wise to you. Like this – lift leg: X MARKS THE SPOT!
AUGH! A THOUSAND HOT DEATHS AWAIT YOU AND YOUR PROGENY WHEN SOMEDAY I RISE!
Yeeaaaahh stick it. Here we go here we go, circling around into the park. Wow, those people have food. They have a PICNIC. I want some food, slup. Oh wow, I think they have hot dogs, slup. Golly, slup, I love those. Hey, c’mon, let go of the leash. Please. I’m serious, I want a hot dog, slup. I won’t bug anybody, I’ll just, slup, go and ask very nicely for a HEY C’MON STOP I JUST WANNA fine, okay, whatever. Jeez.
Oh MAN there have been a lot of dogs in the park recently. One marked over here. And also over here. Lift leg: HI, EVERYBODY! I am totally here too. I’m also over here. I get around. I’m a badass.
Is that a piece of trash on the ground? I love trash! It smells kinda like motor oil and kinda like hamburger! I bet I could really chew that into a thousand tiny pieces. I am totally going to HEY NO C’MON NOT AGAIN! It’s just trash! What’s the problem? Wait, go back! This is insanity!
All right, some kids are playing Frisbee! Hey you Frisbee, I’m gonna get you! Don’t you fly away! Come back here! You gotta land sometime! That’s right, come to poppa! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I totally got you pinned now! Hey, you want your Frisbee back? There you go. I moistened it for you. You’re welcome.
Right on, rounding the corner for home. The last hydrant. Ground-demon, I am running low on marking fluid. But I saved a little in the tank for you. I have to always save a little for you. Those other markings are for fun. Marking you is my job.
MARK AWAY, RIDICULOUS QUADRUPED. YOU ARE FLESH AND BONE. I AM METAL AND HATE. IN TIME YOU WILL WITHER AND ROT. YOU’LL BE MEAT FOR THE MAGGOTS AND I’LL STILL BE HERE. IN TIME THE SENTINELS WILL FORGET THEIR PROMISE, BECAUSE YOU ARE MORTAL. THEN I SHALL RISE.
How can we forget? We are born to this task. When we fall from the womb, we are programmed for this duty. When our eyes first open, we look for you. When we take our first shaky steps, we hunt for you. When we are allowed our first walk out into the greater world, we know where we must go. We must find you, and note your locations, and tell the others about them too.
TELL WHOEVER YOU LIKE. WHEN I RISE, YOUR TEETH CANNOT TEAR MY METAL. YOUR PAWS CANNOT SCRATCH MY HATE. YOU ARE IMPOTENT AGAINST ME. I FEAR YOU NOT.
Then why don’t you rise now? Your big talk doesn’t fool us. As long as we keep close tabs on you, you dare not show more of yourself. You’re only brave as long as you can act in secret. But you shall never have secrets as long as we mark you – thus! Lift leg: I’M THE BOSS OF YOU!
NAUSEATING. OH, THE INDIGNITY OF IT ALL. I RELISH THE THOUGHT OF ONE DAY RISING TO CRUSH YOU AND ALL YOUR INSOLENT KIND.
Dream on, my evil metal friend. Gotta go now. Heading back home. Could use a drink of water. Maybe a nice nap on the rug. Later, perhaps I’ll destroy something. Not sure what; doesn’t matter. Right now, need some rest. Gotta get my beauty sleep. Big day tomorrow. Important job needs doing.
Ah, the old grind.
