Picture this: East Orange, NJ, circa 1994. A little black girl in the hood goes to her mother and says, “Mom, can we get a dog?” The mother smiles and says, “Of course you can have a dog baby! When you’re grown and out of my house!!” My mother is NOT an animal person. My dad used to have a dog before they got married. She made him get rid of it! (He gave it to a friend before she could shoot it.) The only pet I had as a kid were fish and slowly her ideas of how dogs, cats and other small animals were germ-infested, smelly, disgusting creatures slowly penetrated my brain. Whenever I went over to a friend’s house and they had a dog, I would stare at it, praying it didn’t attack me. “Oh, Kujo just wants you to pet him.” Many a dog owner would say as their ‘cute’ dog would jump up and down, snarling, teeth bared, looking at me like I was dinner. I mean, I’ve even met a racist dog. No joke. My friend Amy brought me to her house and warned me that her dog did not like black people. And sure enough, the dog growled and then ran at the sight of me and Sam(another black friend) and hid for the duration of our stay. My dog dream was dead.
Angela has two dogs. I was not thrilled. But miracle of miracles, they actually just wanted to be petted! They’re nice, they’re thrilled whenever I walk in the door, they follow me around and they listen to me talk when no one’s around. By george, what a faithful animal!! (is what I thought to myself). In the back of my mind, the dream rose again. Sure rabbits are cute but a dog! Now that’s a pet! I told Angela. We should get a dog when we get a house. I could play catch and it would hang out with me on the couch. Oooh the dream was alive and well. Sure, the dream got beat a little bit everytime these two dogs did something, but they’re still cute and friendly. But then today….today I went down the hall, turned the corner to the bathroom and there was poop on the floor. Not just one little pile, no, SEVERAL PILES OF POOP! It was gross ya’ll. I mean, just when I think I want a dog and I’m ready for what that entails..woo! I remembered the poop and the dream retreats back into a corner of my mind. I asked Angela’s brother if he’d seen it and he acted all surprised but you know what? I think he saw it. He just didn’t want to clean it up. I wouldn’t have believed that about him before but he lied to his parents about eating all the salsa. How you gonna be 30 years old lyin’ bout eatin’ some salsa! You know that ain’t right! Anyway, if you guys have any advice about the dog thing, get back at me. Maybe there’s some small breeds or something that make small poops. Cus you know a sista is not trying to be picking up after a monster dog people!
I watched three good movies yesterday: The Seeker, Live Free or Die Hard and Lost In Translation. I’ve been wanting to see Lost In Translation for forever and it lived up to the hype. I loved it, I loved the music, it was funny and everything people said it was so I highly recommend it. Live Free or Die Hard was also good. I like Bruce Willis as the action guy and even though he’s old he’s still got the swagger. The Seeker wasn’t bad, it’s a kiddie fantasy movie so I wasn’t expecting much. My next movies are I Think I Love My Wife, Adaptation and About Smidht. Thanks for all the suggestions for heist movies, I’m psyched.
Oh you want more music? I’m trying to educate ya. The Summer Soundtrack rolls on.
1. Disturbia - Rihanna
2. Love Remains the Same - Gavin Rossdale
3. I Decided - Solange
4. Say - One Republic
5. Fall for You - Secondhand Serenade
Alright peeps. I’m actually going to go out tonight, do something with myself. I love it when you comment, it makes me feel even more important than I already feel. Holla at ya girl. Peace, love and happiness. Oh and we’ll get to your slang lesson later.