writing doodle - introduction 4 - April Nano Project word count: 384

Please Note:  Today is the first day of Camp NaNo - once again the goal is 50K in one month. I am attempting an outline and will try to stick with it.  When I fail, I plan to pull a tarot card for inspiration and/or a writing prompt.  (this blurb does not count toward word count total)

Also, in the spirit of much writing and searching for inspiration in days gone by, I am thinking of posting NNNM (nearly naked naughty men - for the uninitiated) every time I post ... suggestions are welcome.

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I haven't done the walk of shame since college, and that was only because I had less than a stellar performance in my girlfriend's dorm room.  Since then, I have embraced privacy, larger beds, magnum condoms, and more than one attempt should the first one fall a little short.  This morning if I hadn't been home, it would have been a walk of shame.  The short distance to the bathroom was more of a stagger of shame.

There was precious little I could remember about the night before except for Kaluha drinks.  And now, I could scarcely look myself in the bathroom mirror.  I raked my face with my hand and wondered when, exactly, had it come to this.

For the better part of a decade, blackouts and hangovers were part of the past.  Looks like my past caught up with me.

I glanced back to the bed and took a good look at what had crowded me out of bed and unceremoniously dumped me to the floor.

A dog.

Not that kind of a dog.  An actual dog.  I slept in the same, overcrowded bed, with a dog: big teeth, bad breath, lots of fur, collar, and a tag that read "Jesse's Girl."

I have never met a Jesse.  I am allergic to dogs. I don't invite unknown individuals of any kind into my bed. So how the fuck did a German shepherd puppy end up not only coming home with me, but sleeping with me.  It is something I should have remembered.  My tiny studio apartment is over my best friend's garage and it has enough room for me to change my mind but only if I remember to put things away.

Manny's wife, Nieves, doesn't especially like animals and made a loud statement about no pets when she agreed to rent to me two years ago.  Then again, there were a lot of loud comments about cat fights if there was more than one pussy under her roof.

Cats are a lot like women.  I don't understand either and can't make either of them happy.  As soon as I think I'm doing the right thing, the rules change.  Then there was also also that experience with long fingernails flashing out at me when least expected, applies to both cats and women.

TBC ... word count 384

I never said they'd be perfect, did I?