” Mocha ! Get out of there! »
Good, good, good… What else is there? I can’t go anywhere. There are boxes everywhere. As soon as I approach them to sniff them a bit, I am told to get out. For the past week, day by day, the apartment has looked less and less like an apartment. Nothing on the kitchen counters. Nothing left in the bookcases in the living room. More toys in Lili’s room. Wardrobes, cupboards and drawers are empty. They picked it all up. All packaged. All that’s left are my two bowls, my comforter and my cushion in a corner. How nice. I can continue my two favorite activities: sleeping and eating.
Beep… beep… beep…
I jump to the window. There’s an all-white truck backing up. It’s happening on the stairs. Furniture comes out first. If I understand correctly, we are changing niche. I’ll miss my friend Rocky, the golden next door. I hope we don’t go too far and that there will be a big yard where I can invite him.
“Tabarna…!!! »
Whoops ! The mattress does not fit. Cramp on the left! Cramp on the right! I try to help them. I only get kicked.
” Mocha ! Get out of there! »
OK, OK. I will make myself useful. I’ll take down my little things myself. I take my comforter and my cushion in my mouth, I’m going to put them on the sidewalk. I go back to get my bowls. They just have to pick them up. And I’m waiting by the Honda.
Lili comes to see me. She hugs me and starts crying. Booohoo! She is sad to leave her home. It must be said that this is where she was born. I arrived right after. Live from the kennel. We discovered the world together. On all fours. It is rendered on two. I continue on four. It’s faster and better. She is still crying. Emilie, take it upon yourself. We’ll make lots of memories at the new place. My mistress comes to fetch her. She gives me a beak on the muzzle. It must be to thank me for consoling her.
Finally, my master joins me. Where do I board? Forward or backward? There’s not much room in the car. He kneels down, strokes my coconut. Hands me a treat and says, “Good luck, Moka…” as she takes off my necklace. Then gets up and leaves. The truck starts. The Honda, too. They left.
Oh come on ! They are probably making two trips. I go back upstairs to see if they left any stock. It’s crossed out. There is surely something left. Surely what, if only me. I return to the edge of the street.
There’s another well-stocked pickup. It’s Rocky’s gang. They leave, too. The old pitou comes to say goodbye to me, feeling the wrong end of my cock. Bye Bye, bro ! If we’re lucky, we end up in the same neighborhood. And he leaves, ears in the wind, in the arms of little Christian.
Time passes. The old Honda does not iron. It must be far where we’re going. And the moving traffic must delay them. I pace. Without straying too far. I don’t want to be picked up.
Well, hold on! I was right. What is that over there? The all-white truck that returns. I knew he hadn’t taken it all. I bark with joy. He parks next to the stairs. The guys are coming.
They are not the same. There’s nothing that looks more like an all-white truck than another all-white truck. Barracks are unloading furniture. And bring it up to us. A family follows them from behind. The little girl carries a cat. A cat ! A cat within our walls! I am yapping. The little girl is scared. She screams. Dad intervenes:
“Where does that dog come from?” »
I don’t go out, I go home. He kicks me. Get out, mutt! It is no longer my home. I am expelled. Tongue on the ground, I return to the sidewalk, mope. My stuff is gone. Missing bowls, comforter and cushion. Gone. Stolen.
Humans only care about objects.
That’s what they move. By taking good care of it.
My master kept the necklace.
My master kept the leash.
But not the abandoned one.
I thought he was as attached to me as I was to him.
He won’t come back for me.
It’s raining hard enough to leave a dog outside.
I’m there.
We are numerous.
The abandoned animals of 1er July.
Too many.
And too alone.