Thoughts from
Rip the Whippet
by Deborah
Cherry Mosch
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Where is Steve?
by Rip The
Whippet
Where did
Steve go? It’s hard to move the pillows
around on the sofa.
I will dig around on the blanket. Now I’ll
push the blanket off the sofa and onto the floor
where the pillows are. Where’s Steve?
I’ll go look for him.
Steve is not
in the bathroom.
Steve is not in the bedroom.
Steve is not doing laundry.
Where is
Steve’s car? His car is gone and that means
he might not be home. I wonder if Deb knows this.
She left the door open. That is unusual. Perhaps
she would like me to go outside and look for
Steve.
It’s warm
in the sun. I’ll lie down in the grass and
wait for Steve.
Deb is in the
doorway looking outside towards me. Why is Deb
screaming my name repeatedly? She seems to want
very much for me to come back in the house. Why
is she talking so loudly to me? She is asking
questions from the doorway and pointing her
finger down towards the floor. She is asking
questions in a loud voice, but that doesn’t
help me comprehend her. I wonder why she’s
not Steve.
Does she know
that Steve may not be home? I’ll go check
down the street to see if Steve’s around
someplace.
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I Like to Lick
by Rip The
Whippet
My tongue
tastes sort of like my bowl. I will lick
something now.
I was licking
Deb’s arm and then I was licking the couch
and now Deb is holding my face. That makes it
harder to lick. It’s hard to lick but I
think I can lick the inside of Deb’s hands
while she is holding my face.
I miss Steve.
I wonder when Steve will be home. Deb is getting
up from the couch. I’ll go with her. She is
walking through the living room. I’m walking
with her.
She’s
going to the bathroom. I’ll wait for her and
then I’ll follow her out of the bathroom. I
wonder where she'll go after the bathroom.
I’ll just have to wait. I wonder if
she’ll go to the bedroom or to the kitchen.
She might go out to the car. I’m ready to go
with her to the car. I like car rides.
Deb is not as
astonishing as Steve but she is nice. She shares
her food with me sometimes and then talks in a
shrill whining voice to Steve. Her food is spicy
but sometimes it is sweet. It is salty.
I would like
to lick something now.
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Steve is Outside
by Rip The
Whippet
Steve put on
his hat and dark glasses. He picked up his very
long fish catching stick. He slid open the back
sliding glass door and went out the door in his
hat and dark glasses and walked off of the porch
and down the walkway.
He turned the
corner. I can’t see him now. I’m going
to walk through the kitchen and over to the front
door to see if he is there.
I am passing
by my food bowl and there is food in my bowl.
I’ll eat some of it.
I am going to
walk to the back sliding glass door that has a
screen in it to look through to find Steve. I
don’t see Steve. I’ll go to the front
door to see if his car is in his car parker space.
Steve’s
car is in his car parker space. I’ll go back
to the back sliding glass door that has a screen
in it to find Steve. I am at the back sliding
glass door that has a screen in it and there are
a lot of birds talking back here. The wind is
blowing, too, and that makes the tree branches
move back and forth.
I don’t
care for the sound the branches are making when
they move back and forth. They are loud when
Steve isn’t here. Steve likes the sound they
make.
I’ll go
sit next to Deb and wait for Steve. I wonder when
Steve will be back.
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