Blitz -- six month report
Six months ago today, Blitz came to live with my family. It feels like it's been longer; like it's been a couple of years. He's so deeply ingrained himself into the structure of the family, that it's hard to picture what life was like without him here.
I still miss Kathren, of course. I miss how she'd lick my face, how excited she'd get at the sight of a pizza box, how she'd make a fool of herself every time it rained. But Kathren's dead, and Blitz isn't ever going to be able to replace her, really.
I was walking Blitz around the houses overlooking the river last night, and I got to thinking about a comic book story in which a hundred pound sled dog would be a main character...
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Picture a man walking his dog at night through the streets of a small city. The man has a rifle slung over his shoulder (which none of the passersby seem to think is out of the ordinary), and the dog is of course a huge powerful animal (just like my Blitz). There's some calm, mildly introspective narrative captions in the man's "voice", which get interrupted at some pithy moment by an automobile accident in the street in front of him.
A delivery truck plows head-on into the driver's side of an SUV, causing the SUV to be flipped over and spun around. The truck comes to a stop shortly thereafter, but the man is rushing to the SUV, pausing just long enough to tell his dog to "stay" as he drops the leash. The driver's a woman, unconscious, and her door is wrenched shut by the impact. So the man runs around to the opposite side where the passenger (an old man, soon revealed to be the driver's father) is injured but conscious.
The dogwalker tells the old man to cover his face, then uses the butt of his rifle to break in the window, allowing him to pull the old man out of the car. The old man insists that the dogwalker go rescue his daughter as well, and so he crawls back in. The woman's seat belt is stuck, so the dogwalker has to cut through it with a knife that he presumably had on his person somewhere.
But before he can cut the woman free, she wakes up and goes psycho on her rescuer, trying to attack and bite him. He swears, takes the knife, and jams it into her skull, which doesn't stop her but does allow him to hold her back long enough to fumble for his rifle. He pushes the rifle forward, missing her head and pushing the rifle up against the window.
He pulls the trigger, shattering the window, and then abandons the rifle, concentrating on keeping her back from biting him. He then shouts the dog's name, and it comes running across the scene, smashing through the remains of the window and grabbing the woman by the back of her neck, snapping it with the brutal efficiency of a predatory animal.
The man tells his dog to "heel", crawls back out of the overturned SUV, retrieves his rifle, and the narrative captions resume, establishing for the reader that this is a zombie story.
Questions? Comments?
I still miss Kathren, of course. I miss how she'd lick my face, how excited she'd get at the sight of a pizza box, how she'd make a fool of herself every time it rained. But Kathren's dead, and Blitz isn't ever going to be able to replace her, really.
I was walking Blitz around the houses overlooking the river last night, and I got to thinking about a comic book story in which a hundred pound sled dog would be a main character...
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Picture a man walking his dog at night through the streets of a small city. The man has a rifle slung over his shoulder (which none of the passersby seem to think is out of the ordinary), and the dog is of course a huge powerful animal (just like my Blitz). There's some calm, mildly introspective narrative captions in the man's "voice", which get interrupted at some pithy moment by an automobile accident in the street in front of him.
A delivery truck plows head-on into the driver's side of an SUV, causing the SUV to be flipped over and spun around. The truck comes to a stop shortly thereafter, but the man is rushing to the SUV, pausing just long enough to tell his dog to "stay" as he drops the leash. The driver's a woman, unconscious, and her door is wrenched shut by the impact. So the man runs around to the opposite side where the passenger (an old man, soon revealed to be the driver's father) is injured but conscious.
The dogwalker tells the old man to cover his face, then uses the butt of his rifle to break in the window, allowing him to pull the old man out of the car. The old man insists that the dogwalker go rescue his daughter as well, and so he crawls back in. The woman's seat belt is stuck, so the dogwalker has to cut through it with a knife that he presumably had on his person somewhere.
But before he can cut the woman free, she wakes up and goes psycho on her rescuer, trying to attack and bite him. He swears, takes the knife, and jams it into her skull, which doesn't stop her but does allow him to hold her back long enough to fumble for his rifle. He pushes the rifle forward, missing her head and pushing the rifle up against the window.
He pulls the trigger, shattering the window, and then abandons the rifle, concentrating on keeping her back from biting him. He then shouts the dog's name, and it comes running across the scene, smashing through the remains of the window and grabbing the woman by the back of her neck, snapping it with the brutal efficiency of a predatory animal.
The man tells his dog to "heel", crawls back out of the overturned SUV, retrieves his rifle, and the narrative captions resume, establishing for the reader that this is a zombie story.
Questions? Comments?
posted by Alexander Lambert at 3:02 PM
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