Personal Narrative-Goliath & David

Goliath & David

Who am I? This is a question some guys would find hard to answer. They’re idiots. Usually, just one word will do. For me, that word is Commando. But, you want more, right? Humans always do. Well, whatever. Let’s just start with the way I used to live. With a name like Commando, you gotta be pretty scary. And I’m every bit as terrifying as I sound. I am a Pit Bull / Bulldog mix, making me the ideal fighting machine. And I always made sure everyone knew it. Most of the time, I was stuck in the cage. The other dogs always howled around me, but couldn’t see me. And I rarely saw them. When I did, though, all hell broke loose. As I watched the thin man shove the others in their cages, I snarled and bared my fangs. The others backed

Dogs? Smaller than any I’d ever seen. They looked more like food. Perfect. One was asleep, a particularly small creature. I swallowed it whole. I felt it kick once, then stop altogether. It was already close to death, which made it a lot easier to eat. I walked until I found a funny one. It was small, a bit bigger than the one I’d just devoured. It was very much alive, though. It had sharp features - pointed nose, tail, and ears. It was decorated with black and white fur. Had it not been cowering in a corner, fur matted, I might have mistook it for a show dog. I inched closer to it’s shivering body, preparing myself for dessert. The stench knocked me back. It was the smell of feces and urine. I could see it had peed on everything around it - the floor, wall, and, most of all, itself. It was sitting there, festering in it’s own excrement. It reminded me of an abandoned pup, blind and

These lights were so much better than the ones back home - these seemed to be alive, dancing happily through the sky. I’d never felt this tranquil before, and it was better than I ever could have imagined. I turned my head away from the peaceful, glittering void above me. I saw Quincy, his little body shivering. Not in fear now, but with cold. As his tiny figure shook, I felt something I’ve never felt before. Sympathy, maybe? Or perhaps it was pity? Either way, I knew I wanted to protect him from the elements. I crawled toward his sleeping form, careful not to wake him. I wrapped my large body around his, feeling it relax against mine. I realized in that moment, this little pest mattered to me. I finally had something close to a friend, something to care about.

And that’s how you found us, person. I don’t know why you stumbled upon us, nor do I know why you took us in. I’m sure you were confused to see a Goliath like myself cuddling up with my proverbial David. I would have been, too - a brute like me, protecting such a little wimp.

But I guess weird things happen. As odd a pair as we might seem, we came to trust each other. This little punk taught me that I could actually care about someone else.

And all because a little dog, covered in his own piss, had the nerve to stand up to