For some unknown reason I woke up this morning with the phrase “We are all dachshunds in God’s playpen” stuck in my head. What? Where’d that come from? I decided to use it as inspiration for the following small scene, which may end up in the book I’m working on. What do you think of it?
An eerie glow permeated the room, pulling Patton awake from a sound sleep. He opened his eyes, but they would not focus until he heard the sound of puppies yapping in play. What the hell? He forced his eyes to focus and looked around his bedroom.
The computer on his desk was alive with a Youtube video of dachshund puppies playing in a playpen. Three, no four of them, making that whiny noise that really young dogs make before they learn to bark. It was driving him nuts.
Before his eyes the scene changed. A different video started, this one with six puppies. As he watched something slowly opened the gate, setting the puppies free. A couple spilled out (they were leaning on the gate at the time it opened) but the rest just sat there, trying to figure out what to do with this opportunity. Eventually all but one flopped their way to freedom, but no matter what God did (Patton assumed that the hand in the video was God’s and not some human’s) the puppy stayed where it was, protected by the bars of its cage and provided with food, water, and a soft blanket to chew.
The video then switched to one of puppies playing in a yard. Several were wrestling and nipping each other in the grass, a couple were worrying opposite sides of a ball, and one was rolling around with a strange looking chew toy of some sort. Then, while Patton was still trying to make sense of all this, the computer shut down with that annoying Windows shut-down chime.
Why did the computer decide to turn itself on and show me that, of all things? thought Patton. Is someone trying to tell me we’re all dachshunds in God’s playpen? His temples started to throb, and he fell back asleep rubbing his head and trying to make sense of the madness that was overtaking his life.