“A Man and His Dog”

April,7 2021

Hi, I’m Steve!

ME: Well, hello there, Steve. Good morning!
(Pause)
STEVE: Can you see me?
ME: Of course I can see you, sweet girl. I’m looking right at you.
STEVE: But you didn’t hear me sneaking up, though, right?
ME: Actually, Watson heard you back there, behind the fence.
WATSON: Please, don’t bring me into this.
STEVE: Hi, Watson!!
WATSON: oh, boy.

Can we not?

ME: Watson, say hello to Steve.
WATSON: Hello, Steve.
STEVE: You said hello! I can’t wait to tell the girls! They’ll be so jealous!!
WATSON: Listen—
STEVE: We all think you’re just super great and so that’s why I told the other girls I was going to sneak up and steal a kiss because you never see me sneaking around and they all said they were all going to be so jealous.
WATSON: Actually, I always see—
STEVE: I’m sorry about your car. I saw on Instagram it got smashed by a tree limb.
ME: Thank you. It’s being fixed right now. Looks like it’s going to take a couple of weeks, though.
STEVE: I told the girls that it would be a shame if a tree branch fell on your car and you wouldn’t be able to go on your trip. Now, you can come over Watson! Since you’re going to be around, and all!
WATSON: Wait, what?
STEVE: I’m going to sneak away now and tell the girls! They’ll be so excited!! You won’t be able to see me, so I’ll say goodbye for now! Bye!
WATSON: Hold on…did you—
STEVE: I know you can’t see or hear me, now, but I love you!!
WATSON: I absolutely can see—
STEVE: Bye, Watson!!
(Pause)
WATSON: Can we go, please?
ME: The girls?
WATSON: There are no other girls. It’s just her.
ME: Well, she’s definitely into you, that’s for sure.
(Pause)
WATSON: I don’t understand the kittens, man. One minute they want to kiss you, the next minute they want to scratch your eyes out. I don’t get it.
ME: That is one of life’s great mysteries, for sure, buddy. I don’t know what to tell you.
WATSON: How do you handle Sarah?
ME: Ha! I don’t “handle” Sarah. I just try my best to love her better today than I did yesterday, and that’s pretty easy to do, to be honest.
WATSON: Yeah, she’s pretty great. I hope I can find—

STEVE: I wish you could see me and hear me, Watson. But I know you can’t.
WATSON: You haven’t moved, Steve. You’re still in the middle of the road! In the same spot! I can SEE YOU!!
(Pause)
STEVE: I think Watson loves me! Wait til I tell the girls!!
WATSON: I can also HEAR…You know what? I just…I need to lie down for a minute.
ME: You poor guy. Love does hurt.
WATSON: Shut up, Dude.
ME: Hahaha!

Hehehe!


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Author: Scott Langdon

Scott Langdon is an actor, writer, and photographer living just outside of Philadelphia in Bristol, Pennsylvania with his wife, Sarah, and their dog, Watson. He can be seen on stages throughout the professional Philadelphia theater community or writing in one of his many favorite local shops in his beloved "Borough", where the only way they could get rid of him was to tell him there was a pandemic. He has a hard time knowing when he's not wanted.

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