a man and his dog edited

Man and his dog He awoke under the bed and sneezed as it was dusty it had been my birthday, drinking champagne eating Danish pastry and smoking Havana cigars walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept, everything was in order, when did the guests leave or had he partied with his teddy bear, feeling lonely since the dog died Looking out of the window, he saw many cars but no drivers, and some of the car doors were open what had happened At a café, he had a sandwich he made himself since the lady owner was not there It dawned on him he was alone in the world everything he saw belonged to him, no one to share his riches, except for a cur that ran away and barked seeing him He tried the Rolls Royce that had belonged to the mayor, the ride was smooth, distracted he hit a lamppost and laughed, they were many other cars At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined he made a hamburger with hot fries, drank fine wine The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging its tail, it understood he was the only one left to feed it Months followed month, life was getting onerous the dog was getting fat, stopped shaving and did not shower used the same pants every day, why personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform Depressed, he jumped from the top floor of a hotel to end this tiresome life. No such luck! He descended slowly, broke down cried without shame as the dog was the only witness Doomed to live forever, he went back to sleep under the bed, but before falling sleep, he remembered he had to get up and feed the dog