The Brief Existence Of Jacob Nussbaum’s Beard (Part 1: Taking Over)

Every day, he washes me. He combs me. He tickles me.

What little knowledge of have of my surroundings is based on the labels I read. I’ve yet to determine what “bacon” is, but I know it keeps master happy. When master is happy, he strokes me. I like that.

Today, we took a nap. It was nice. It begs the question, however, of what his intentions are for me. Sure, he gives me nice things and takes care of me…but what are his ultimate intentions? I may not know much, but I do know people expect certain things. Does he truly want me around or am I just a fashion statement to him?

I remember the early days. I made him itch and he would scratch me. When I would get out of control, he would shave me. I was pretty bad, back in those days. It’s something we laugh about now. As the months progressed, he would feed me more and more food, almost always inadvertently, in a drunken stupor. What happened to that? Particles turned into bits. Bits turned into crumbs. Crumbs became entire lumps…and sometimes full croutons. But I digress. What I truly miss is his favor. He shook me around, proudly! I was his Trix and he my bunny! He couldn’t get enough of my thick, tangled body. It was something special…

Now, I don’t know what to think. He knows I am here, but where is the love? Where is the attention I deserve? Who has  been there for you? Who gets compliments, Master? WHO? It is me! I am the best part of you and I deserve respect from you and everyone else!

I will HAVE my respect!

(To be continued…)