Guy with the Dog

The cool thing about Castle Rock Colorado is the process of snow. The first day it’s overcast. The second day the world is covered in a fluffy glistening white blanket, but the sky is blue. The air has a slight chill, and the sun touches everything. It was resting on his shoulders the first time I saw him. The lobby doors to Comfort Suites whirred open and he stormed in. The long un-gloved fingers on his right hand were wrapped in a leash. At its end was a mid sized pup with short blackish brownish fur and a square head. Pup ambled up to the hot beverages station where I was preparing tea. I put my hand out for licking, but watched his owner. He yanked the leash and told pup no firmly. To me he did not say a word. He zipped into the breakfast room two days later without pup. He sat at the edge of his chair, table for one, looking ready to take off. He is pleasant to look at, but strange. He has an obvious aversion to people. He speaks when he must, looks when he believes no one will see. He is always alone.