Itch

Itch is a strange word. It is spelled in a strange way and it is pronounced in a strange way. It is one of those words that, when you write it you have to double check its spelling. Itch. Itch. Something just never seems right about that word. Itch. Is it even a word?

It was hot last night. And Evo went for a wander. I am staying in my brother's house, which I think is incredibly kind after I attacked him and everything. Because I left home at an early age and he is younger than me I never really grew to know him. But I'm learning fast.

So last night Evo went wandering, as bored dogs do.
The sun was setting, rather quickly might I add, and darkness was turning everything into a blob of not much. I spotted Evo in the yard of a house not far up the road.

Not wanting to disturb the occupants I whispered:
"Evoooo, get over here!"
He gave me that look. The "I know I should obey you but this thing I am smelling is soo interesting. Just give me a sec."
Not that dogs would say words like "interesting". That would just be silly.
After a while he came back to me and we went back to my brother's house (I still find it awkward to call him Fennard).

I had about 20 mosquito bites on each foot from standing around and waiting for Evo. The itchiness was driving me insane. I was writhing on the floor in a bout of insatiable itchiness.
Itch Itch Itch.