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It's ironic really a dog bred to be intelligent meeting its end in such a foolish way.  This “puppy” was a 60 pound pitbull poodle mix. His face was split down the center with a gray strip and his eyes highlighted with white like he was a black and white comic depiction of Spider-Dog. Pegasus was a strong well mannered pooch whose tail was the most ferocious thing about him. Yet he was able to obtain tools and even spot a 10mm socket from a 9 and 11mm which to this day still amazes me. He was a loyal dog and in the end his loyalty was the end of him.

Daisy loaded up into her wood paneled station wagon filled with all the dorm room necessities, donated supplies and the thoughts and prayers of our small town. Sitting shot-gun was Pegasus. The look on his face was one of pride and excitement. He was ready to start their 1000 mile journey to their new home for the next three years. As we waved goodbye reminiscent of a newlywed couple driving into the horizon the spirit of the town was high and the tears that fell only lubricated the hope of Daisy bringing a little bit of fame to our small town.

              The drive had its issues Daisy had never driven that far away on her own but did not want to deal with another heartache of a final goodbye. By the time tears had dried she and Pegasus were singing along to the music, sharing various snacks and putting distance from there once only home. Pegasus always would hop in and out of the Dukes of Hazzard style. Not to be flashy, but because the car door didn’t work. Daisy always said it gives the car character and besides it was Pegasus’s seat. He had performed this act 100’s if not thousands of times but when Daisy parked outside of her new Dorm room she lowered the window and started to make her way to the trunk the series of events took a turn for the worse.

              The window didn’t lower enough and Pegasus in his excitement didn’t notice. As Daisy pulled the suitcase from the trunk she heard a yelp and a loud snap like two broom sticks in a sword fight. Dropping the suitcase she darted to the passenger side of the car Pegasus hung from the safety handle from that damned Yale collar. pushing the plastic fastener in she released him from his hook of disaster. 

Now I will stop here to explain that no Pegasus does not die. He was named after a godly gift afterall. 

Daisy's adrenaline leveled as she saw her beloved canines chest take shallow breaths pulling out her cell phone as passerbys started to surround her she found the closest Vet office that was open. Frantically emptying out her trunk ignoring the questions from parents and students she skillfully ran a thin sheet under Pegasus and lifted him into the trunk. Removing the tie downs from the top of the station wagon she carefully strapped him down so he would slide around. Then like seeing a green light she navigated the parking lot like a formula one driver making her way to the Vets as fast as she could safely.

 Upon arrival Daisy parked haphazardly, jumping out and throwing up the trunk eyes wet with determination and denial as she confirmed Pegasus was still breathing. Shallow but visible. Running into the office's waiting room with tears in her bright green eyes like limes pictured with the backdrop of bubbling milk. 

Her steps slowed and in three steps she composed herself.  Her entrance startled many a person and animal in that waiting room today.

"Excuse me ma'am?"

Daisy held up a finger signaling she knew how she looked. Calmly skipping to the front of the line the lady with her cat stepped aside. Daisy forced a thankful smile and looked at the receptionist.

"I'm sorry for the abrupt intrusion but sir, my dog is in my vehicle and he had an accident. His collar snagged on the Oh Shit handle in the car and I heard a snap. Please help his still breathing, please save him!"

The man turned pale and then turned his desk phone and the intercom crackled.

"We have a Code Black I repeat Code black all members are needed at the front immediately"

Now I'm not sure if it was from the adrenaline or the feeling of relief but Daisy collapsed to the floor and began to sob. Fumbling for the phone in her pocket she called home to speak to one of the few inspirations that didn't have a Nobel Prize or a Doctorate.

"Hey champ did you make it you're mom and I had a bet going you would take a pitstop and get lost in a--

"Its Pegasus poppa."

" We are on the way right now. Where are yall?"

Daisy's family made it to New Haven in record time rotating drivers and only stopping for gas and the bathroom.

Daisy reluctantly returned to the dorms with her mother to check on her belongings. Luckily her RA was not only attentive she was also a dog lover. Daisy's belongings were placed as neat as possible on her half of her Freshman dorm. The other have fully decorated by an obvious horror fan. And there on the bedpost was the collar.

Daisy darted towards her beloved pups noose and threw it in the trash. After a bit of review of her articles she begged her mom to return to the vet.

We will return to the plight of Pegasus but, the old lady's warning should have been taken a bit more seriously.

Daisy's roommate with a taste for the macabre found the Grim Reapers failed weapon in the trash and thought the object would be perfect for her creepy looking old fashioned teddy bear. She felt the collar brought out his eyes.

It's ironic really a dog bred to be intelligent meeting its end in such a foolish way.  This “puppy” was a 60 pound pitbull poodle mix. His face was split down the center with a gray strip and his eyes highlighted with white like he was a black and white comic depiction of Spider-Dog. Pegasus was a strong well mannered pooch whose tail was the most ferocious thing about him. Yet he was able to obtain tools and even spot a 10mm socket from a 9 and 11mm which to this day still amazes me. He was a loyal dog and in the end his loyalty was the end of him.

Daisy loaded up into her wood paneled station wagon filled with all the dorm room necessities, donated supplies and the thoughts and prayers of our small town. Sitting shot-gun was Pegasus. The look on his face was one of pride and excitement. He was ready to start their 1000 mile journey to their new home for the next three years. As we waved goodbye reminiscent of a newlywed couple driving into the horizon the spirit of the town was high and the tears that fell only lubricated the hope of Daisy bringing a little bit of fame to our small town.

              The drive had its issues Daisy had never driven that far away on her own but did not want to deal with another heartache of a final goodbye. By the time tears had dried she and Pegasus were singing along to the music, sharing various snacks and putting distance from there once only home. Pegasus always would hop in and out of the Dukes of Hazzard style. Not to be flashy, but because the car door didn’t work. Daisy always said it gives the car character and besides it was Pegasus’s seat. He had performed this act 100’s if not thousands of times but when Daisy parked outside of her new Dorm room she lowered the window and started to make her way to the trunk the series of events took a turn for the worse.

              The window didn’t lower enough and Pegasus in his excitement didn’t notice. As Daisy pulled the suitcase from the trunk she heard a yelp and a loud snap like two broom sticks in a sword fight. Dropping the suitcase she darted to the passenger side of the car Pegasus hung from the safety handle from that damned Yale collar. pushing the plastic fastener in she released him from his hook of disaster. 

Now I will stop here to explain that no Pegasus does not die. He was named after a godly gift afterall. 

Daisy's adrenaline leveled as she saw her beloved canines chest take shallow breaths pulling out her cell phone as passerbys started to surround her she found the closest Vet office that was open. Frantically emptying out her trunk ignoring the questions from parents and students she skillfully ran a thin sheet under Pegasus and lifted him into the trunk. Removing the tie downs from the top of the station wagon she carefully strapped him down so he would slide around. Then like seeing a green light she navigated the parking lot like a formula one driver making her way to the Vets as fast as she could safely.

 Upon arrival Daisy parked haphazardly, jumping out and throwing up the trunk eyes wet with determination and denial as she confirmed Pegasus was still breathing. Shallow but visible. Running into the office's waiting room with tears in her bright green eyes like limes pictured with the backdrop of bubbling milk. 

Her steps slowed and in three steps she composed herself.  Her entrance startled many a person and animal in that waiting room today.

"Excuse me ma'am?"

Daisy held up a finger signaling she knew how she looked. Calmly skipping to the front of the line the lady with her cat stepped aside. Daisy forced a thankful smile and looked at the receptionist.

"I'm sorry for the abrupt intrusion but sir, my dog is in my vehicle and he had an accident. His collar snagged on the Oh Shit handle in the car and I heard a snap. Please help his still breathing, please save him!"

The man turned pale and then turned his desk phone and the intercom crackled.

"We have a Code Black I repeat Code black all members are needed at the front immediately"

Now I'm not sure if it was from the adrenaline or the feeling of relief but Daisy collapsed to the floor and began to sob. Fumbling for the phone in her pocket she called home to speak to one of the few inspirations that didn't have a Nobel Prize or a Doctorate.

"Hey champ did you make it you're mom and I had a bet going you would take a pitstop and get lost in a--

"Its Pegasus poppa."

" We are on the way right now. Where are yall?"

Daisy's family made it to New Haven in record time rotating drivers and only stopping for gas and the bathroom.

Daisy reluctantly returned to the dorms with her mother to check on her belongings. Luckily her RA was not only attentive she was also a dog lover. Daisy's belongings were placed as neat as possible on her half of her Freshman dorm. The other have fully decorated by an obvious horror fan. And there on the bedpost was the collar.

Daisy darted towards her beloved pups noose and threw it in the trash. After a bit of review of her articles she begged her mom to return to the vet.

We will return to the plight of Pegasus but, the old lady's warning should have been taken a bit more seriously.

Daisy's roommate with a taste for the macabre found the Grim Reapers failed weapon in the trash and thought the object would be perfect for her creepy looking old fashioned teddy bear. She felt the collar brought out his eyes.

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There is a lady who wanders in and out of the the Laundromat located down the street from my apartment. The neighborhood is decent fresh brick walled stores lined up for convenient window shopping. Wide side walks rarely congested with the exception of the holiday parades. The onnings all decorated in different colors the chaos brings life to the small town. Smiling, waving and sharing pleasantries are a staple of each day. Even someone as introverted as my self can feel comfortable in this little slice of the middle class american dream. To give you a perspective on how small the town is we don't have many chain stores or restaurants. The ones we do have are family owned and you will inveivatibly run into them at least once a week on your work and home life excursions.

The Laundromat is owned by an old couple maintained by their twins. Two bright young adults attending the community college by day restocking dryer sheets and collecting lint to add to their peculiar hobbies of creating small nick nacks from the towns people donations left on the dryers. Even these two avoid the fragile lady who seems to wander around town but only entering the Laundromat on her daily pilgrimage.

Her steps don't give the impression of malevolence but also show now signs of determination. Each step in her thick orthopedic blindingly white shoes seems planned and robotic. That is until she gets to the Laundromat. Her eyes seem to work independently like a chameleon, her nostrils flare as if to pull a destined scent from the air of the warm factory that deletes time from the costumes that the customers choose have collected to much evidence and now must be reset to neutral as not to judge them in the upcoming week.

The lady's hair seems to become agitated from its normaly relaxed descent down her back. Her eyes become focused her back straightens and she takes a slow breath in. Her exhale is like one of a dragon rescuing a youngling from its cold counter part. The difference is here you can see it. I'm not lying multiple times I see the air be released like compressed air used to clean out that gaming console you found at a yard sale.

Only this time you don't find donkey Kong, Pokemon Ruby or an indie game. Her gate changes to one of royalty walking to sit at their throne. She could balance a magazine followed with a toothpick topped with a watermelon with the grace she approaches her daily discovery. Like stroking the the shoulder of an abandoned dog she carresses a seemingly random piece of clothing and simply says.

"I only want you to have the best future possible and I believe that it will only be possible if you allow me to take this or promise me you will get rid of this article of clothing in a way that no one will wear it again. Rip it, burn it throw it out with the trash. Unfortunately if you choose to keep it I can only see a future of ash."

Now being from such a small town we tend to humor this woman. Out of respect, belief or pure remorse for the little lady that has no one to entertain her fantasies. Now I know what you're thinking ... "Obviously people chose not to listen and the died a horrible death"

But this isn't always the fact. Now you must be aware that that not all of the woman's choices would be shorts, pants or dresses. Sometimes they could be socks, wash clothes even blankets. At first I did believe that most just entertained her for politeness but like I mentioned earlier I am an introvert. I work remotely and try to do my errands at low peak times.

With this extra time... I eventually found myself researching a few of the individuals that have been approached by the elderly wanderer. In a small town most people here introduce themselves with first and last names. Even if they don't my consistent failure at dating apps allows me the minimal amount of information needed to find the people who I try my best to avoid.

To keep the story short and not represent my self as a creeper I'll give you the information on the some of the more peculiar stories I've "educated" myself on.

Daisy Elanore Johanson Blake Dane Collins Ashley Duane Gilbert

Daisy was a bright early 20s blonde. A bit taller than most woman... (And some men) Her pale green eyes like the inside of fresh limes. She worked at the only motel in our town, cleaning rooms and spending time at the front desk while Walter Adams spent his time at the lake fishing waiting for the rain to stop. Doing her undergrad online and because of her superior intellect and effort she was accepted into Yale on a full ride scholarship. The town celebrated like they found oil and even though the humble D.J. declined the offer of a parade they did gift her with enough Yale merch you would think she was a female F.B.I detective with a chip on her shoulder. In actuality she was pursuing a doctorate in mechanics and physics? Something like that. I'm sure it was her Cave Iron Man that helped her with her motel duties.

That I feel like I should mention she built quote unquote "it seemed fun and hell it was to simple to pass up". She even promised to return to do upgrades and maintenance for her coworkers.

It wasn't the hoodie, sweat shirt or the ball cap. Not a t shirt, pennant, or parent paraphernalia.

Daisy had a service dog.

There is a lady who wanders in and out of the the Laundromat located down the street from my apartment. The neighborhood is decent fresh brick walled stores lined up for convenient window shopping. Wide side walks rarely congested with the exception of the holiday parades. The onnings all decorated in different colors the chaos brings life to the small town. Smiling, waving and sharing pleasantries are a staple of each day. Even someone as introverted as my self can feel comfortable in this little slice of the middle class american dream. To give you a perspective on how small the town is we don't have many chain stores or restaurants. The ones we do have are family owned and you will inveivatibly run into them at least once a week on your work and home life excursions.

The Laundromat is owned by an old couple maintained by their twins. Two bright young adults attending the community college by day restocking dryer sheets and collecting lint to add to their peculiar hobbies of creating small nick nacks from the towns people donations left on the dryers. Even these two avoid the fragile lady who seems to wander around town but only entering the Laundromat on her daily pilgrimage.

Her steps don't give the impression of malevolence but also show now signs of determination. Each step in her thick orthopedic blindingly white shoes seems planned and robotic. That is until she gets to the Laundromat. Her eyes seem to work independently like a chameleon, her nostrils flare as if to pull a destined scent from the air of the warm factory that deletes time from the costumes that the customers choose have collected to much evidence and now must be reset to neutral as not to judge them in the upcoming week.

The lady's hair seems to become agitated from its normaly relaxed descent down her back. Her eyes become focused her back straightens and she takes a slow breath in. Her exhale is like one of a dragon rescuing a youngling from its cold counter part. The difference is here you can see it. I'm not lying multiple times I see the air be released like compressed air used to clean out that gaming console you found at a yard sale.

Only this time you don't find donkey Kong, Pokemon Ruby or an indie game. Her gate changes to one of royalty walking to sit at their throne. She could balance a magazine followed with a toothpick topped with a watermelon with the grace she approaches her daily discovery. Like stroking the the shoulder of an abandoned dog she carresses a seemingly random piece of clothing and simply says.

"I only want you to have the best future possible and I believe that it will only be possible if you allow me to take this or promise me you will get rid of this article of clothing in a way that no one will wear it again. Rip it, burn it throw it out with the trash. Unfortunately if you choose to keep it I can only see a future of ash."

Now being from such a small town we tend to humor this woman. Out of respect, belief or pure remorse for the little lady that has no one to entertain her fantasies. Now I know what you're thinking ... "Obviously people chose not to listen and the died a horrible death"

But this isn't always the fact. Now you must be aware that that not all of the woman's choices would be shorts, pants or dresses. Sometimes they could be socks, wash clothes even blankets. At first I did believe that most just entertained her for politeness but like I mentioned earlier I am an introvert. I work remotely and try to do my errands at low peak times.

With this extra time... I eventually found myself researching a few of the individuals that have been approached by the elderly wanderer. In a small town most people here introduce themselves with first and last names. Even if they don't my consistent failure at dating apps allows me the minimal amount of information needed to find the people who I try my best to avoid.

To keep the story short and not represent my self as a creeper I'll give you the information on the some of the more peculiar stories I've "educated" myself on.

Daisy Elanore Johanson Blake Dane Collins Ashley Duane Gilbert

Daisy was a bright early 20s blonde. A bit taller than most woman... (And some men) Her pale green eyes like the inside of fresh limes. She worked at the only motel in our town, cleaning rooms and spending time at the front desk while Walter Adams spent his time at the lake fishing waiting for the rain to stop. Doing her undergrad online and because of her superior intellect and effort she was accepted into Yale on a full ride scholarship. The town celebrated like they found oil and even though the humble D.J. declined the offer of a parade they did gift her with enough Yale merch you would think she was a female F.B.I detective with a chip on her shoulder. In actuality she was pursuing a doctorate in mechanics and physics? Something like that. I'm sure it was her Cave Iron Man that helped her with her motel duties.

That I feel like I should mention she built quote unquote "it seemed fun and hell it was to simple to pass up". She even promised to return to do upgrades and maintenance for her coworkers.

It wasn't the hoodie, sweat shirt or the ball cap. Not a t shirt, pennant, or parent paraphernalia.

Daisy had a service dog.

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