BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 147
CHAPTER TEN
Anytime I had to be over on Sunset Avenue, meaning I drove past the Humane
Society building, I always had a brief daydream. I knew it was only that. A moment of
imagination. My folks were never gonna drop that David thing off at the pound and I
was faced with accepting it.
I recall one time I went by and enjoyed my momentary flight of fancy. I could
really see that David thing sitting in a cage, whining and whimpering for someone to
come get his sorry ass. I could see him watching with a deep sense of longing as mangy
mongrels, shiteating little yap-yaps like Pekinese and Yorkies, even those damned cats,
were taken to freedom. Yet, each time he‟d hear the metal door close, he‟d still be in his
cage, whining for all he was worth.
Which wasn‟t much, in my opinion.
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