A Dream of Genie|
Copyright © 1997 Walt Zientek
So, I had this Genie dream. You all know the one where Mr. Everyman, (me), is
Knowing, of course, what is expected, I eagerly rub the lamp. Suddenly, after an
"I will grant you ONE wish, Big Boy." she tells me.
"Hey, I thought I got three!" I replied.
"You read too much." Was her retort.
"What will it be, a couple million bucks, power, your own kingdom?" she asked.
"How about changing some dog stuff?" I asked.
She sort of looked at me funny.
"What kind of Dog Stuff?" She asked. "You want some bones or something?"
"Competition." I told her.
"So, you want to win a dog competition?"
"No." I said. "I want to eliminate all competition between dogs."
The Genie looked puzzled as she ran a perfectly manicured hand through
"Take your eyes off of my navel and explain this fiasco to me!" she commanded.
"Here's my idea," I said as I struggled to make eye contact. "I would like to have
Only healthy dogs, with correct temperaments, basic instincts and proper clearances
"I see," said the Genie. "But what about Field Trials?" she asked.
"For those who really want to train for Field Work," I replied, "They would first
"So, under this system," the Genie said, "Show dogs have retrieving ability and
"Yep," I said. "Can you do it?"
"Yes Master" she said.(I really loved that part!)
So the Genie snapped her fingers and blinked her eyes and when the smoke
I found myself walking across my old college campus, totally naked, looking for
I guess that's the trouble with dreams. You just never know what you're going
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