Sweet isn't as sweet without the sour.

Personal Entry It's been a while, I know. So much has changed in the world since we last spoke, So much has happened with me too. To start off, I have offically began my career as a freelancer on Fiverr.com (Now a days who hasn't, right?) Good reveiews and getting paid for your work is about as good as you make it. I work as a cook. still as a trade to pay bills but I find myself satisfied with the results of my labor in the work space. Today, My mother is getting married to her fiance and as I sit on the back porch listening to Miles Davis and typing this,I understand somthing about what we as people get out of satifaction when it comes to what we want out of this life. For me it's my love of writing and being comfotable where I currently am at 32 years old. For my mother it's finding peace in her personal life and sharing said life with someone she loves. I guess we all will find these moments in our own time. These small delicate moments we get all be it few and far in between. Be blessed and greatful for these moments and remeber them in the hard times. Remember the sweet is never as sweet with out the sour. -Antonio Douglas April 23, 2021

A year away, back for a chat.....Story is........Dog Trouble

 I could make my epic return to blogging about my experience and feelings on the virus pandemic going on in the world that started earlier this year but I feel that wouldn't be in the spirit of why I started this blog. To share my stories, my life with readers who have an open mind to want to get to know that strange guy who gave them his business car at that party that one time. 

Instead, I'm going to share a story about a pal of mine, A four-legged companion who has cost me nothing in purchase yet so much in consequence.   Zero, my dog.

To say that I care about Zero and rarely show it is not only untrue, but it's also a downright criminal. I admit I'm not a passionate dog owner who has his laptop wallpaper decorated with the "dog in the park" pictures.  I  still make sure he eats, goes outside to do his business and check google if he seems to be acting off or sick. (You don't like that last one. Sue me.)  I make sure he gets exercise and maintain a fun and keep doggy treats on deck. For the most part, he's as well adjusted as most dogs who are adopted.  He's grey and three years old. He's playful and the origins of his name come from a Tim Burton film titled "Nightmare before Christmas". The main character Jack Skeleton pet ghost dog name.

I suppose the two dogs, one from fiction and the other real,  serve as companions to their owners like all dogs do. In return, they receive love and affection. Although, if you ask me, the relationship the Jack had with his Zero is probably more on the affection since they both were dead and living in Halloween town. 

Zero and I have an understanding of sorts. When I first got him he was terrified of me and I was of him. He was my first dog since I was a child and Zero was already full-grown and rescued. Yet this past year has taught me to be a good caregiver for him.  I come to care about his feelings. When he's sad, I feel it, and when he's happy, I know. Pet owners would understand this.

The story starts on a Friday evening about a week ago.  I was working on a script for a client on Fiverr.com while sitting in my sunroom. Three of the four walls that made this area perfect for me to write were made of screen windows. Often when I sit there to do my writing I listen to old records, watch movies on my projector and screen, and sit with Zero. 

Often when other dogs are walking by, Zero would bark at them in excitement. If they were small dogs he's suddenly a badass protecting the house. (But really he's a big softy). Zero sits next to my legs whenever that wasn't happening. He never gets through the screens

 So on this particular day, I walked back inside the house to use the bathroom leaving Zero in the sunroom. As I relieve myself, I hear barking, Normally meaning a dog is walking by. Then I hear a woman shouting out." Get away from my dog!" . 

First thought: SHIT!

Second Thought: He couldn't have made it out!

I open my front door and see my dog and a neighbor's dog facing off in what I could only describe as a quick back and forth before Zero notices me coming toward him which made his back away backed away.

After I grabbed him andwalked back in side, My neighbor from six houses down the street tells me she's calling the police. Aoperently she wanted a police report. andcsn