A Lounge Singer's Day Job

“Well here we go, my shift starts”, Gus mutters to himself as he saunters from the front living room window to the office. His mom left a few minutes ago. At first he stood silently at the back door for a few minutes before running to the front window to peek through the one small hole in the blinds left by his over excitement months ago. The blinds are all closed so he relies on listening and peeking through the small rectangular hole in the front blinds that broke off right at eye level so he can stand and look right out onto the front street. Gus peeks through with squinted eyes concentrating on the driveway and sees her car drive away confirming she will not be right back.

Staying home alone is not as scary as it used to be when he first moved in back in July. His favorite Bossa Nova music floats through the air drowning out some of the scary noises of construction work at the end of the street. He saunters around the office sniffing at the closed blinds feeling a bit frustrated he can’t see out the windows but he can hear the neighbor talking. A pause in walking to heighten his senses with a head cock sideways, back and forth, and then “Oh wait! That’s Eddie’s voice!” Gus acknowledges as he continues sauntering into the bathroom on his way to the bedroom. Everything seems to be in order.

He’s humming softly to himself as he gets closer to the laptop that’s playing music and then he breaks into a full on solo as he sings along to The Girl From Impanema. “When she walks she’s like a samba, that swings so cool and sways so gentle, that when she passes, each one she passes goes “a-a-a-h”...” he belts out as the rhythm takes over him and he begins to shift his hips back and forth swaying to the beat. As a German Shepherd his voice is low and deep taking over your senses like dark chocolate as it melts on your tongue. His hips swaying makes his feet pitter patter on the hardwood with a quiet click of his nails. The singing, dancing, sauntering continues back out into the living room and he can’t help himself sliding slowly across the rug a la Risky Business style slowed down. Sashaying around the living room he imagines himself as Frank Sinatra performing for a lounge full of people. Continuing to feel the beat he meanders into the kitchen to his water bowl for a quick refresh feeling thankful it got refilled right before she left so it’s nice and cold.

Everything still seems to be in order with no strange noises or reasons for concern at the windows or doors so he finds his way back to the door from the kitchen to the living room and plops his 72lb body down on the coolness of the hardwood floor. A grin spreads across his face as the cool air hits his fur from the air conditioner. Ahhh this is the life, he thinks to himself, feeling grateful for this new home. It’s been a tough life up to this point but he tried to not lose hope and his mom must love him because she always comes home and phew she gives some big hugs. As he’s napping a car pulls in the driveway and he jumps to his feet when he hears someone at the front door. Excitement doesn’t even begin to explain what he’s feeling as the door opens and his mom walks in. He thinks she must need kisses after being outside for so long by herself so he slathers her in the biggest kisses he can muster. It’s time for her to take over the security detail now as he plops back down on the floor in front of the air conditioner.