we walk to the point daily. we talk about dogs in books and movies, topper. you can call him topper, or cooper, people call him anything they want, he still responds. he knows what he is. i think about that film about that fellow who drowns himself and returns as a dog. charlie, i think, dog-man. i might reincarnate that way, but i don't want to be caught in an endless movie, a book, ok, a series. i'll be a dog if life allows.
they go clockwise, we go counter, we meet at the middle, we meet at the end. mister nuzzles groins, he discriminates but not on sex, he likes all kinds of quality, all good. he's devoted to you, he says. he's devoted at the moment to my pocket of treats, but devoted, yes. he noses his groin again. all i got is penis, buddy, he says. ha ha we all say, thas a good one, and head on our separate, meeting ways.
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updat. the film i meant is goodbye, charlie. i remember the house on a cliff above the pacific. he falls or jumps off the cliff and comes back as a dog, and then i think disappears again, and a girl calls charlie! charlie!, into the night. 
the plot it seems goes: charlie gets murdered for screwing his producer's wife, then comes back as a girl, who then seeks revenge and gets murdered, then comes back finally as a beautiful shaggy dog. maybe it was a stupid movie, it sounds like it, but i was 6 years old when it came out, and i was really moved, when the dog disappeared. my heart called charlie! charlie! should i watch it again? probably not. it might ruin my subconscious movie.
\ welp, it's available at the libery...