Dog Anxiety

In Dog Anxiety, ARASH stops over his neighbor in his apartment complex building. He tells her about the terrible dog he’s been babysitting.

ARASH: She asks me to watch her puppy, Brian. I say sure, I mean, how bad could it be to watch an innocent, harmless, cute little puppy? Right? Right? WRONG! It was a nightmare if there ever was one. Look at me! Do you see the bags under my eyes? I look like I went twelve rounds with Muhammad Ali. I look horrible!

She tells me, like it’s noooooo big deal. She says, “Arash would you mind watching my puppy for me for three days?” I said, “Sure, no problem.” No problem!

This dog has NOT stopped barking his tiny squicky voice ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhh! aaaaaaahhhh! Didn’t stop barking for the entire ah,aaaaah,aaaaaaaaaaah!! Like a wolf howling in the night. Kept me up! I tossed and turned and tossed and turned some more. I felt like a 1980’s break dancer.

Finally it’s time to go to work. I was actually excited to go to work for once in my life. Work was somehow a better option than staying home with AAAAAHHHHH, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

But guess what?! When I stepped foot into my kitchen, I found myself sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiding alllllllll the waaaaaaaaaaaay ACROSS the kitchen and FLAT DEAD ON MY BACK! BROKE MY HAND! I have bruises the size of boulders…DOG PEE PEE.

Smiles sarcastically.

Yeah, huh.

It’s messed up! The dog is messed up! Amilia is sooooo messed up for suckering me into watching her, her, her, her, her, I can’t think of any more insults for that, that, that, that…AAAAAHHHH! I’ve had it.

He tore up my couch when I came home from work. My couch, the one that I just recently purchased from IKEA, great deal by the way, is destroyed!

Annnd where was OSCAR? Somehow Oscar the expert trapeze artist positioned himself ON TOP of my kitchen cabinets. Did I mention how small this puppy is? The size of a fucking doll. Don’t know how the hell he got up onto the cabinet, miracles of God, ANYWAY, he couldn’t get down. The genius was afraid to jump and rightfully so, I’ll give him that.

Mind you there was a load of poop and pee pee to go around, spread allllllll over the cabinet tops around my food supplies.

SO, I’m going to shut up now before I find myself passed out in a hospital from dog anxiety.

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Netaarash

Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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