Gully Foyle

Originally uploaded by slushgod.

Here he is, Gully Foyle, the stereotype Common Dog.  At the pound, he lifted his mute face to me and barked, as if to say: “What’s a matter, me?  Help, you goddamn gods!  Help, is all.” 

And help I did.  I adopted the poor wretch, saving him from the ignominy of euthanasia or a lifetime consumed by an undying thirst for vengeance against those who callously left him for dead (in the park). 

His animal shelter chart had the following information about him:

Education: None

Skills: None

Merits: None

Recommendations: None

(Personnel Comments)

A dog of physical strength and intellectual potential stunted by lack of ambition.  Energizes at minimum.  The stereotype Common Dog.  Some unexpected shock might possibly awaken him.  Frequent trips to Petsmart might do it; he loves to go there.

Not very useful.  But I’m told that the key to his awakening is in the lock.  (And that presently, it would turn and open the door to holocaust.)

If by “holocaust” they meant “a lifetime of companionship with his new human,” then that’s cool.  Otherwise?  Ulp.