Eusebius and Brutos have not being seeing eye-to-eye of late. I see it at times but more importantly i sense it. They seem to have been arguing about something. I questioned Brutos about it last night before he went out on the town.
Me: Brutos, got a minute.
Brutos: Sure.
Me: Good, I won't hold you long I know your going out withe some of the Brazilian dogs tonight.
Brutos: No problem master, they're usually late so we can talk. What's on your mind?
Me: Would i be right in saying that you and Eusebius have been rubbing noses the wrong way of late? You seem a little distant, not as close as before. What's the problem?
Brutos: It's nothing, you know us, we fight and we make up.
Me: I know, but this time your fighting seems to be going on longer than usual. Did you do something to upset him or did he do somthing to annoy you?
Brutos: We've just been differing about a few things, ideologies, angles on life, ways of living, that kind of thing. He told me there was a few things I needed to change and I likewise, candidly, told him he needed to have a long look at himself before he got up on his pedestal and barked out so many homilies. We're the same, but he won't acknowledge it. Ok, we're not the same, but we want the same things. He takes one road, i take the other. When i say such things, he simply tells me to stop stating the obvious and start changing my ways, start getting more disciplined and responsible. To kill spontanuity and to father more respect to myself mainly, and others. I'm tired of his vexation, his constant tantalising, his clandestine, low toned diatribes and tireades; and i've said as much. That's why there is a bridge between us at the moment.
Me: Ah, so that's what you've both been barking on about, and what has...
Brutos: Sorry master, i wasn't finished. He also called me ignorant, and uneducated and boasted that he was a more rounded, balanced, and a more creative dog, and, arrogantly, that i could only inspire to having a cintella of his poise, grace and brainpower someday. That really pissed me off and I basically challenged him. I was going to wrip his flappy ears and little,scrawny, weedy, fury rocket body into two, but, after swallowing some of my own foam, which wasn't pleasant i decided if i was to beat him, the victory would be tenfold if it was at his own game. We've agreed to write stories and get an arbitrator to say which piece is the best. That simple.
Me: What about?
Brutos: About whatever we want.
Me: So the three of us will be writing! Never thought i'd see the day. I knew Eusibius wrote a little but i never knew you liked to?
Brutos: I don't, i'm not into words too much. But i hav read my fair share of books. I'm not as gravid with, and as devoid of, education as Eusebius thinks. We'll see what happens. We're both writing in two locations. I'm writing in the local PUC university. I've met a Brazilian dog who has leant me his password and username and I can get 30 free minutes internet access and non stop word processor accessing. It's bang on, quiet, air conditioning and theirs water. Eusebius has said he will write his bit in some wi-fi internet cafe he's found. He says he likes the owner. Some kind of poddle i'd suspect! He's into that crowd. Anyway, i asked could i write a screenplay or play. He agreed. Nice of him. I was suprised. It will take me less time and I thought it was a nice stunt to pull considering i've seen more films than i've read books, and, he doesn't know this but i once went to a screen writng class when he was on holidays with his buddies last Summer. He's writing a book, i think. We've both also agreed that you can read the material, and you can decide who wins the competiton. Will you do it, unbiasly, objectively? If you accept though, you can't sit on the fence. There is only one parachute in this competition. There can be only one jump. One winner.
Me: I agree.
Brutos: Good. Look i got to go. There's a message on my collar mobile. Guess its the other dogs downstairs. We're going to a kicking bar called Notre Dame tonight. One of the dogs is celebrating his 112 birthday. Plenty of "chop" and "cerveja" in the bowls. Want to come I should have asked?
Me: No thanks Brutos, cheers, have some work to do for the Portugese class. Will catch up with you tomorrow; have a good one. Be good, if you can't: bite hard, alright, nice one...
Brutos: Tchau......
Me: A tel logo. Tchau.....
