it gets more iffy or tricky when i'm tired and i knew there was a party going on and it was an appropriately bone rattling tejano house fiesta and they were sweet and mellow but holy shit it just boggles me how people get so loud when they celebrate i guess it's more about blowing off pent-up energy than relaxin'. 
so we jump in and swim around and then the big black dog that nearly killed mister comes right where we are and the dude has the creepiest look, dead eyes, no expression at all and he doesn't even look and he never goes in the water and the couple who watched my stuff last time must be related though not creepy. 
so i gesture to the big black killer dog dude to move down so we can come out of the water and he's just totally dead-eyed oblivious catatonic or brain zombified yet i hear him say i know i see them in flat affectless monotone. 
so we come out further down and i tell mister stay and go retrieve my stuff and even then i have to ask the sick fuck to excuse me and by now mister is following me and i say stay and the woman is calling him over and i say i don't want him to go near that dog, that dog almost killed him and i look at the big black killer dog sick fuck with the dead eyes and he shows no sign of sentience and the rain has stopped and the music is blasting like torture so i lift mister giant step by giant step and re-cross the sea wall.
 pfshew -these motherfucking american holidays. for me the holidays are when there are no american holidays, and mercifully few americans, just the ones who aren't off working like slaves for the infernal god blessed holidays. this country is a crime against nature and every animal soul yearning for peace, ha, ha. i'm laughing too, bitter bitter. have your holiday in chaos, for chaos takes no time off for good behavior.
and then the flies set in to devouring mister and i rub his whole sweet body down with dried grass and high tail it home where i find i have left the keys inside.