he called my name as i arrived but i didn't see him and it sounded like his voice came from behind. i think he may have had teeth at one time though i don't recall for sure, but i have a hard time understanding him now, i get the odd word and it sounds like he's free associating, nice and trippy. i give my fine gentle friend four bones. i don't give none to the big feller who sold me an outdated socialist worker and don't allow me pictures. anyway this guy is more interesting and not just because i can't understand it all and start making it up on my own. i know he's smart. he was just rubbing for a coffee but when i slipped him four bones he started talking about a jug of red. 
he's not into the pointers too much. he's like what do they do in the city, hunt bear?

i do wish i could decipher more. maybe i could record him and play it over. may be i get the gist enough. sometimes i know he's just jiving me probly, and me back. i do wish i knew his whole story. why, i don't know anyones whole story. shit, i don't know my own.

i ain't tetchin yer ball, nigga. naw, he didn't say that, but i think some people, and i can see their point, think these are some mighty fancy ass hounds of privilege, that don't hunt nor herd. i'm gonna tell him they therapy dogs, see him squinch his eyes and laugh backwards.