This one route that I had to work over and over again — Route 52 — had a Chihuahua dog on it. This Chihuahua dog had a heart like a balloon — not a balloon filled with helium or air but a balloon inflated with hate. His heart was so filled with hate that I thought daily that I might witness it burst and see him collapse in a heap behind the fence that separated him and his fury from me.

Friday was my last day on Route 52. I pulled up two houses down from C.D.W.H.F.H. (Chihuahua Dog With Hate Filled Heart) and noticed a dog that looked JUST LIKE HIM out in the neighbors yard — that he shouldn’t be in. What’s more, this dog that I saw had his little head tilted up and his nose pleasure deep in smelling a large tulip which draped down invitingly to his short-legged height. He had to really tilt into it to sniff it.

Could that pleasure loving dog sniffing a tulip be the C.D.W.H.F.H.? I watched him for a moment and then opened my door. The noise alerted him to his audience and that his audience was ME. Yes. It was C.D.W.H.F.H. and he instantly transformed into the crappy little bugger that I knew so well. Barking with all his fury and madness at me — and that wasn’t even his yard!

His owner called him over where he belonged — behind the fence he had somehow escaped. And that was the last interaction we had.

So today I started a brand new route. I kind of missed the horrible creature, C.D.W.H.F.H.

(Image via bikeahead.com.)