The Charlie Bravo Story

Dateline: somewhere along zee border

A full moon casts a long shadow, that of a lone figure with an impressive set of ears, as he stealthily makes his way towards the mighty Rio Grande. His nombre is El Zurdo, The Lefty, a moniker not taken but earned in a cantina brawl along the dry Chihuahuan desert; the other participants in the fracas earned no such names in the encounter.

They’re all dead.

El Zurdo is on a mission to transport the fruit of of his family’s farm, his destination is the dispensaries located far north in the mythical land of Colorado. That such a diminutive figure can not only carry but conceal such an aromatic load is a testament to both the brawn and brains of the sinewy canine.

His contact had apprised him of a secret tunnel that would travel under the Wall being constructed along the border, but even this approach carried it’s own set of dangers. This gateway was owned and mantained by a rival family who contracted their security services to the dreadful Los Gatos, a shadowy cadre of depraved reprobates so evil that even the Kardashian Klan gave them wide berth.

The entrance to the tunnel was concealed deep in the midst of the Gatos stronghold, the Litterbox del Muerto: Zurdo picked his way through the sandy minefield, the ammonia-like stench causing his hackles to bristle and the bile to rise in his throat. The darkness of the passageway drew him inexorably onward, and with one last longing thought of a special senorita back in Juarez, he plunged into its inky depths.

The tunnel began to constrict as it vanished into the rocky depths, and it occurred to El Zurdo that every foot that he descendedid equated to many more metric tons of unstable rock suspended above his head. The clarion bells of claustrophobia had began to clatter in his cranium when he sensed a new danger in the darkness ahead, an unseen prescence so reprehensible that it could only be worthy of one fate:

Violent death at the paws of Los Crippled One!

He stealthily approached the unseen foe, coiling himself into the killing machine who’s name struck icy fear into the hearts of those who would do evil and adoration in those that would do good, and then he pounced. His razor-like incisors lanced through the torpid flesh of his mortal foe, and a horrible shriek filled the fetid air of the darkness…

Uh, Bull? That’s the covers you’re under, not some sort of cave; and if you don’t mind, could you ease up a bit on my hand? I’ve grown accustomed to having two of them…

Uh, lo siento, mi padre.

Go back to sleep, Bull…

Buenos nachos, papi.

Join the discussion

  1. Morena Manini

    papà di Charlie uno molto grande!!!!!

  2. Laura Palmer

    LOL – hilarious. Dad should become a writer 🙂

  3. Christina Sanchez

    Oh goodness I can’t stop laughing here!

  4. Kim Griffin

    Great Story! I think you need to put all of these stories told from the dogs perspective in a book. I think it would be a best seller!! Bull you are on cute mini ombré!

  5. Maria Dawybida Minerley

    Bultaco, you have led a most colorful life before coming to the Casa del Wackos! Rest well, mi amigo, rest well.

  6. Jill Baker DeAquair

    Hilarious! I agree….You should write a book!!!

  7. Kirstine Jones

    Just be thankful it was just your hand dad! 😉 xxx

  8. Leigh Pevreal

    I love your imagination!

  9. Terry Coriell

    Ah what a story! I love it

  10. Liz Bell Dotterer

    Any dog I’ve ever owned would have thought he’d found a cheap buffet in the Litterbox. You are a dog with a more refined palette, Bull. 😛

  11. Mikki Calm

    Wow for such a tiny form he apparently packs a big punch, beware!

  12. Kathy Moody

    My sentry at home. You make me laugh out loud and that is such a good thing.

  13. Deb Brunelle Charron

    You had me chuckling, love your stories! …and I have a chi, also. Si!

  14. Fran Scott

    Dream big, MicroTaco, dream big! 🙂

  15. Sue Robilliard

    Brilliant, as usual. I love this Monday morning treat. X

  16. Jeanne Mancinelli

    I have a greater respect for those originating from south of the boarder!

  17. Sam Howard

    Some kind of nightmare, forget the past Bull.

  18. Robin Howard

    You are just too much! Are you a professional writer?

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