Thoughts from the Dog

Last night Not Lloyd and I sat on the back porch listening to the silence that is such an unnatural event around here. Above and to the east, the nearly full moon lit up the night sky, but was being chased by a menacing black wall. Looming in the distance was such a ghastly, black apparition that it nearly gave me the chills watching as it devoured the moon in one swift and graceful movement. The blackness swirled above, black eddies thousands of feet above our heads foretold of the imminent sandstorm that quickly approached. It was a magical moment, one that I think I’ll remember for quite sometime. The stillness of the night, uninterrupted by any generators; the blackness that enshrouded us and that whose swirling eddies were rushing towards us from 3 directions like banshees, screeching silently.

I sat there thinking for a moment. I was reminiscing on all the good times I’ve had in Chad, and all the bad. I was trying to rethink all of the lessons this place has taught me and remember all of the amazing people I’ve met. It’s been one hell of an adventure, there’s no denying that. Yet it is time for me to move on…time for pastures anew.

“I’m going to miss your dumbass, Not Lloyd” I said quietly while stroking his ear and eyeing the storm that was now producing lighting.

He stared ahead, lightly panting. Then, pausing his panting for a brief second, so that I thought he might say something enlightening, he farted.

“I couldn’t have said it any better myself Not Lloyd.”