The Adventures Of Comet And Steve: A Rocky Introduction

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Hello out there, internet world. My name is Comet. I’m a college drop out living in California, and I worked for a catering company that served some pretty lavish events. Why am I telling you this? Well, because of who I met at one of these events. His name is Steve. He’s also the reason I started this blog. I wanted to share our adventures with the world because really, until all of these are in writing, I don’t think I’m going to believe what’s happened myself. And I was there…. So, without further ado, I guess I’ll start with our story.

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Catering at the Animal Shelter Gala

It was a Tuesday night in the middle of September. I was working my way around the flashy guests with my plate of cocktail wieners when I ran into a guest at the gala. No literally. I dumped my entire plate on her purple sequin dress, getting little bits of meat stuck in the stitching.

She looked at me in disgust as she held her dark hands away from her dress.

“This dress cost over $700 and you’ve ruined it with one clumsy mistake!” She screamed at me as I scooped up the mini hot dogs on the floor.

“Who would spend $700 on a dress?” I mumbled.

Sadly, she heard me.

“You know what? Come with me!” She demanded as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the kitchen.

My boss was less than amused at my sad appearance. I had taken the plate of wieners and squished them against my chest so they wouldn’t go flying everywhere as this lady drug me through the gala. So they had pretty much soiled my shirt by this point.

“Is this yours?” The lady asked as she threw my arm forward.

My boss scowled at me then answered “Yes, I’m so sorry. He said, he was a professional. I’ll deal with this right away.”

“You’d better. I am the organizer of this event and I don’t want anyone else suffering the safe fate as my dress.” She continued without let up.

As my boss tried to appease her, I meandered to a bench in the back of the kitchen to watch the fireworks. I knew this was it. This was going to be the third job I’d lost this month and I might not be able to make the rent on my apartment. But before all my negative thoughts broke me, a pointy wet nose rested on my knee. I looked over, and saw these brown puppy dog eyes staring into my soul. I was kind of startled, so I pulled back, but the white and brown speckled dog kept his face on my knee. Once he saw I was looking at him, he stuck his tongue out and began wagging his tale.

I kind of stammered “Well, hi there?”

His tail wagged more, so I began petting his head. I’ve gotta say, this dog was actually making me forget my impeding job loss.

“What are you doing here!” The girl yelled at the dog.

He cowered and scooted closer to me as the lady grabbed his collar and yanked him back.

“Hey, wait a minute.” I protested.

The lady glared at me.

“Where are you going with him? He hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“Are you kidding?” The lady sneered. “This dog is half German Shorthaired Pointer, half Golden Retriever. He was specially bread to be a top tier emotional support animal. But what does he do? He goes to sad little people and ignores commands. Mark my words he’s not coming back out of the pound.”

With that, she drug the dog off, and I was given a firm talking too by my employer. I was told that after that night, I would no longer work for this catering company, but they wanted me to finish working the night in the kitchen because they had already set aside my paycheck.

As I sat aimlessly organizing shrimp on platters, I couldn’t help but wonder about that dog. He was perfectly capable of being a good companion. He just needed to find the right person. Not that I was that person, it just made me queasy every time I thought of that poor dog being put down just because he was friendlier than the other dogs.

This occupied my mind until the end of my shift.

I, Comet, Passing The Pound

The stars were out and it was freezing. I think it was like 1 O’clock in the morning. As I attempted to warm myself by wrapping my arms around my shoulders, I came across a concrete wall and a sign reading “County Pound”. Honestly, this was like a movie where you run into some really convenient information or plot defining development. I lingered around the wall trying to look over when I wasn’t being passed by cars.

All of the dogs were silent inside, but there was this consistent banging noise that sounded like crashing metal. Then, I heard a yelp. The same yelp the dog at the gala made when that lady grabbed his collar.

Next thing I knew, I had hopped the fence, and was walking towards the cinderblock building. This was basically a cement barn for dogs so there was no heat, and I knew blankets were far and few between. I managed to get to an open window and looked into the dog prison. The inmates were all sleeping soundly rolling happily in their pens as they dreamt. Except for one that is.

The dog from the gala was under the window and a little to the right. Sure enough, I had matched the yelp to the dog. He desperately bolted against the cage and knocked it back and forth. I can only assume the reason they left him in the cage was because he could’ve easily escaped from the pens.

So, less than gracefully, I flopped myself in through the window and went to the dog. I think he remembered me too because his tail was about to wag off his butt. Thankfully though, he stayed quiet. I tried to say some calming mantras like, you’ll get through this and, I’m gonna get you out, as I fought with the cage latch.

As soon as the door opened, the dog pounced on me and gratefully licked my face. I still can’t wash the dog breath out of my hair. But anyways, I pushed him off of me, picked him up, and gently tossed him out the window. Then I followed closely behind.

We ran through the yard at full speed until we got to the wall. Then, I propped him on the top of the wall, climbed up, grabbed him, and jumped down the other side. we kept running for some time in part because I didn’t know if someone had seen me, and in part because running staved off the cold.

Finally, about a block away from my apartment, we stopped for a breath. I couldn’t believe this dog had stayed with me the entire time we ran. But sure enough he never left my side.

“Well then, I guess this is where we go our separate ways.” I told him.

He just stared at me as he panted.

“Look, I’ve freed you. Now get out of here. It’s not that I don’t like you it’s just…. I barely have enough money to feed myself. Let alone the money to keep my apartment. So really, you’re better off without me.”

He sat looking at me. So, I shook my head and started walking.

I occasionally glanced back, and every time he was there. Finally, I reached my apartment complex’s court yard. I went the back way to my apartment because after I lost my key, I couldn’t afford another one. So I entered through the sliding glass door I left unlocked.

I stepped inside the door and turned around. The dog sat right in front of me.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t be here in the morning. Goodbye.” I said before closing the door and rolling into bed.

The Beginning Of Comet And Steve

The sun began streaking through my bedroom, and I stumbled out of bed. I walked down the short hall to my living room/kitchen and looked at the sliding glass door. The dog was gone.

I was a little sad to see the fur ball go, but it was for the best. Then, as I was hopelessly looking through my fridge, I heard the deafening laugher of my neighbors daughter. I ran to the sliding glass door and burst outside. Sure enough the mutt was still there having the time of his life with Cassy. She’s a little thing who’s mom who usually works late nights at the public defenders office.

As soon as the dog saw me, he barked and ran to me.

“Hi Mr. Nolen!” The 6 year-old called, her curly blond hair bouncing everywhere as she ran over. “Is this your dog?”

“Well, um, I guess-” The dog answered for me with an excited bark.

“He’s definitely your dog.” She said confidently. “What’s his name?”

“Well, I guess he doesn’t have one.” I said. “You got any ideas?”

She gasped and grabbed the dogs face with both her hands.

After staring intensely into his eyes, she declared “His name, is Steve. You’ll be Comet and Steve.”

“Steve?” I asked.

The dog jumped about while barking.

“I guess Steve it is. Well, um Cassy? Steve needs some breakfast. I’ll send him out later to play though. Ok?”

“Ok! Bye Steve!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, then waved as she went back to her apartment.

I brought Steve inside and sat down with him on the matted carpet floor.

“That was a really dumb move staying here.”

He looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes.

I sighed and said “Look, we may have to move soon cause I’m broke, and all we have to eat is half a rotisserie chicken and a loaf of bread.”

He stuck his tongue out.

I laughed and said “So, you’re staying huh? I’ll make two chicken sandwiches then.”

I got up, and made the first of many unconventional meals we would share together. Little did I know where this dog would take me.

That’s It!

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