A Crack in the Pavement

Eddie Playing in Puddles

A dog is the only thing in the world that loves you more than he loves himself.-Josh Billings

Eddie, my five month old Rat Terrier played in the puddles as the storm clouds overhead broke open and poured down on him. He’s not one to enjoy the chaos of a late summer thunderstorm like I do, but that puddle had him entranced. There he stood, in at least two inches of water, and scooted a leaf across it with his nose. He then touched it gingerly with his right paw and watched with fascination as it dipped below the surface. Flecks of dirt floated across the yellow and waterlogged leaf as Eddie tried to get it to float back to the top. He snuffled water into his nostrils and sneezed. The velocity of that sneeze blew across the puddle, and caused a rippling effect. It drew my puppy’s attention away from the drowned leaf, and on to a stick that was caught in a weed growing out of a crack in the pavement.

I stood there, umbrella in hand, watching my little black and white monster, while I grinned like an idiot. I swear to you if the water had been deep enough, Eddie would have rolled over on his back and tried to shuck shells open like otters do. His fur was drenched, but he didn’t seem to mind. He dug around every square inch of that five foot wide puddle, searching for treasures only a dog could love. A leaf, stick, flecks of dirt, a piece of stone, or something else that he could chew on; or maybe he’d dance around his bounty. Why he feels the need to do a happy dance, I’ve no idea. But it sure is fun to watch!

The rain came down, as thunder rumbled above us. Eddie raised his head and his pointed ears soaked up the sound. For all of two seconds, he was on high alert for impending trouble. Then he bent over and stuck his nose into a small crater in the sidewalk. He lapped the water into his mouth, and I caught a glimpse of what it must have been like for him when he’d been abandoned. He probably had to survive on rain water, and whatever scraps of food he could find. A thimbleful of water from a drying puddle may have been all he’d been able to scrounge up while he sought shelter in an abandoned building.

How lucky I am he was rescued. How lucky we are to have each other! He keeps me motivated to keep walking, when the pain gets to be too much. Eddie nourishes me with unconditional love and is non-judgmental. I nourish him with food and water, far too many toys and a love that knows no bounds.

Next summer, I’m taking Eddie the Rat swimming. I really want to see if he’ll swim on his back and shuck shells like an otter. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see?!



She stands on the observation deck and sees the storm rolling in. From the corner of her eye, she can see him. He’s watching her. She smiles. As the wind begins to blow, he approaches her, yet feels no fear. She turns and looks directly at him as he walks toward her. Within seconds he is standing next to her. He drapes his arms on the railing of the observation deck right next to hers. Their elbows are barely touching. Her smile becomes more broad. He smiles too. They turn and look directly at each other. It’s as if he knows her, but they’ve never gazed at one another before. The rain has begun and there’s thunder too. She touches his arm and he grabs her hand in his. He pulls her to him, stares into her green eyes and kisses her passionately. She is the first to pull away, though she’s not sure why. They step back  from each other momentarily. All of a sudden he is behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and begins furiously kissing her neck. She moans and arches body into his as the lightning explodes around and within them.

She turns around to face him. He’s handsome, but not overly so. He has this look on his face. It is ecstasy. They’ve not said a word. Not one word, but they haven’t needed to. Their bodies are speaking for them. He kisses her passionately on the mouth. Tongues intertwine. Hands grope for purchase. For skin. Even though they are fully clothed they want to touch skin. The warmth of it. The heat. He unzips his fly and she grabs his cock. He is so hard for her. She is so wet. He pulls her skirt up and she’s naked underneath. He thrusts himself into her. Lightning crashes with the rhythm of their fucking. She gasps at the size of him. At his prowess. She wonders, why me? He looks at her and sees nothing but beauty. More lightning, more rain, and more thunder. Her breath quickens with her approaching orgasm. He can sense it and fucks her more shallowly. To make her feel his cock on her clit. She screams and she cums and the thunder roars in time with it. He smiles a devilish grin. She reaches down and feels his balls. They are a drawn and tight. She asks, “do you want to cum inside?” He says, “oh yes please.” She says, “then please do.”

He’s not ready yet. He has her braced against the railing of the Eiffel Tower. There is thunder and lightning everywhere. Her hair is flowing in the wind. He leans in and kisses her neck as he’s fucking her. She moans in expectation of his orgasm. He grunts and says, “I’m going to fill you up. Fill you with my heat and my lust.” And then he does. She feels the pulse of him inside of her. Feels him fill her up. They look at each other, they smile and their breathing slows. She says, “this was not quite the welcome to Paris that I expected.” There is one more flash of lightning and the storm subsides. She lowers her dress, and he zips up his trousers. She says, “I think after that, we need lunch and a glass of wine.” He smiles devilishly and says, “you took the words right out of my mouth.” They leave the observation deck in search of a small cafe.