I wish, I wish, I wish...

Hi, I am Harley.
I and Josh live in our small house on 82nd Jackson Street that's named "Joshville" (well it was named before I moved in with him). We are two responsible grown-ups living under one roof. We are very close, but we make sure never to intrude on each other's space. Hell we believe in individuality so much that whenever we have a disagreement one of us just walks out and lets the other be, because that's how mature adults resolve conflicts. I usually get enough "me" time during the day, as Josh works in one of those fancy companies while I look after the house and I leave Josh to his own devices during the night. We catch our regular TV shows and have dinners together almost every night.

Our day usually starts with a wholesome and yummy PB&J. Josh gets ready to leave for work and as soon as he is out the door I become the new sheriff in the town of Joshville. I can laze around the whole place and do my chores at my own pace. One of which is to spend most of my afternoon chatting with Lucy, my neighbour. She is fun and kind and since our frequencies match like an itch and a scratch, I feel as relaxed as a sleeping Sasquatch whenever I talk to her. You might find it mundane but I rather like a quiet and laid back life.

However, let me tell you fate is a bitch and as it constantly dictates, it wouldn't let me enjoy my dog days in peace. Lately, there seems to be a plethora of cascading problems at play. Firstly, all of a sudden it feels like a season of "Walking Dead" has come alive. Everyone has abandoned the roads as if half expecting a zombie attack at any time. There are no vehicles plying the main roads or a living soul on the footpaths, streets or the narrow dingy alleyways. Because of which I am stuck indoors instead of going for a run in the park. Secondly, since every one is tucked away in their houses, Lucy is always busy with her family and I am being ignored like stars by the day. It's infuriating! And that's not the end, the worst of it all is Josh. Ever since he started to work from home, he is just constantly there. It's as if his hairy ass with an inquisitive crack is permanently glued to the chair. His work is all over the place and he is all over my face. He is disorganised and looks like a haggard homeless with a perfect mop for hair, in his own house. And what's with those excessive hugs? Too clingy and needy for my taste to be honest. Rhythm of my life has gone out the window only to be replaced by loud and brash noise for music. Not only has his behaviour got me all confused but my space feels violated and used. It's dreadful! And when I learnt that this arrangement is going to go on for time unknown it felt as if someone is asking me to step on a rug and then deliberately trying to whisk it away.

Ugh! When will this insanity end? The whole situation is such a pain in the ass. It's as if an invisible bogeyman is out on the prowl and everyone is hiding inside their houses. I wish, I wish this madness will end now. I wish tomorrow will be a different day. A new sun will rise and snuff the life out of this ghost for good, so that the world around me can go back to being normal. I want my regular days back where I can dig holes in the lawn to my heart's content. Stow away my precious toys in those holes for no one to find. Feel fresh air fingering my fur as I run after the kids around the neighbourhood. Spin around and keep chasing the wagging fur ball I see when I look over my shoulders. I want the butt-sniffing times to return, it has been days I have given Lucy a proper greeting. And most importantly, I wish to have my companion back with whom I have spent many silent moments, taken many walks and with whom life has always been a bliss. Woof! Woof!