Smoochie Poochies

            Luke walked into the coffee shop just down the street from his house feeling like today had an odd touch of destiny to it.  As the little bell attached to the shop’s front door rang, he felt as though that ring was exactly as it should be, and that his life had led him to this very shop for a very distinct, purposeful reason.  He had arranged to meet his friend Aaron there at precisely that time, and as Luke looked around, he quickly found his friend enjoying a frozen mochachino in a corner booth.  He took the hint and ordered the same for himself before he went to the booth and sat down.

            Aaron’s eyes brightened up when Luke sat down, and quickly jumped into conversation.  “You know, since we’ve been on the subject of dogs, lately, I’ve been meaning to tell you a bit about my dog.

            A waitress butted in, and gave Luke his mochachino. Luke took this opportunity to cut in before Aaron got into one of his long-winded rants again, “We’ve been talking of dogs? Well, as long as you think so, carry on.”  He took a long drag from his drink as Aaron continued with what he had to say.

            “I was on the computer last night, and all of a sudden, my dog came into my room and started throwing quite the fit. She was barking, yipping, jumping, knocking things over, spewing bio-hazardous farts at me, it was really a lot to handle.  I set my computer to the side, and was about to ask her was the matter was, and before I knew what was going on, she had hijacked my computer!  She opened up several pages, one was youtube, another was some email site, and I didn’t get a glimpse at the other.  She started blaring Deadmou5 from youtube as she composed this clever, biting email to an address I didn’t recognize.  I still don’t know where she heard Deadmou5 from.  I never listen to the stuff, myself, and it isn’t exactly the kind of music the PA system at the park plays as background music to people’s picnics.  Maybe she likes the name, what with the neat way they switched the ‘se’ for a 5, but that would only make sense if she was a cat.  Last time I checked, Yorkshire terriers were dogs.  It just bugs me, I tell you.  What is the world coming to when our dogs don’t listen to the same music that we do?” 

            Aaron finished his diatribe looking quite distraught, but Luke had no idea how to really respond to something like that.  So much information to process, so little time, and he’d only had a bit of his mochachino, so caffeine was running low still.  The best he could come up with was “So, you’re telling me that you don’t listen to Deadmou5? Who doesn’t listen to him, he’s all over the place, man!”

            Apparently, that was the wrong response.  Aaron huffed at him indignantly, sipped down the rest of his beverage while eyeing Luke with intense discontent, and left without saying another word.  Luke was fine with this development. Saved him the time of listening to whatever else that damned Yank dog was doing.