Their routine the next morning, breaking down their camp and moving on, was even tighter than the game Tinto had played, which is to say, it made me look like the rank amateur I still was. I asked Lulubelle if he had any numbers, to stay connected, showed him a little of my own humble travel maps – which I admit were half-assed at best. He had no phone; didn't believe in the sort of satellite tracking he figured went with them. Was not the way of the dog, all that nonsense.
He told me if I was really interested in tracking to keep my eyes out for public sockets, as this was the new necessity with the electrics cooter.
"You could come with us, but I don't think you'd be able to keep up."
This was true. I watched them power off, the scooter kicking up dust at the edge of the park. They were both eager to chase cats, and even though the scooter wasn't really strong enough for the side car, even with the extra monkey work someone had put into it, they still buzzed along at a faster clip than I could've kept up with.
Such is progress.
As soon as they had disappeared down the avenue, getting scooped up by the big hands of the morning sun, I turned on my heel and headed straight to Tabby's place.
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
