Rascal – One-Liner Wednesday

He followed us all the way home, Mom, and boy was he heavy!


This is what my older brother told our mom once about a dog we wanted to keep. We loved that dog and he loved us.

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Tone of Look – One-Liner Wednesday

Don’t you dare look at me in that tone of voice!


Patti, my brother’s mother-in-law to her grandson’s dog Kobi. Animals have very eloquent faces, didn’t you know?

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The Melancholies

She listened as her eldest whispered his secrets to their dog. Rabby was a good listener and she knew that her son loved that dog more than life itself. Or at least it seemed like that lately. He didn’t know that she had come home early that day as she’d left the car at the auto shop to fix a few things and taken the bus before walking the rest of the way home. Without the car in the driveway it was hard to tell whether she was home or not.

Rabby knew that she was home, but the faithful dog had stayed by the backdoor waiting for her son to come home instead of following her to her room where she’d changed out of her work clothes into more casual clothing. She’d just finished pulling on some sneakers rather than the dressy heels she’d spent the morning in when she’d heard the door open and close, the thump of Casey’s backpack hitting the floor and the quiet ‘wumf’ that Rabby always made whenever Casey buried his face in the dog’s stomach.

Normally, she would have called out a hello, letting her son know that she was home, but something had prompted her to be silent instead.

She didn’t know what Casey was telling their family dog, but she could tell that the recent events had affected him more than she had initially thought.

They’d moved recently and she’d known that he had a hard time making friends. Not because he was unlikable or anything like that, no, most of the people that had been his age had been from families that were of a more transitory nature. No matter when they moved in, they were always gone within a year of their initial move in. None of the other families had any children his age save for two and those boys were more interested in running about and causing mischief which Casey had eschewed.

Her other children, either older or younger by several years than Casey, had friends but never many. Casey had seemed fine spending time with his sisters and their friends just fine up until recently with his entrance into middle school. He no longer joined his sisters and their friends of his own initiative and instead stayed behind at times even when he was invited to join.

Casey’s siblings were worried, very worried, but sometimes things just happened like this. Their mother knew this and knew this well and could only hope and pray that her son’s melancholy would pass just as it had for other members of their family in the past.

Whatever troubles came her son’s way, she knew that Rabby would always be waiting for her son to snuggle up to him and give him the unconditional love that can only come from the heart of a loyal dog.


This was a short sequel to a post I did a while ago for Eclectic Corner #5. My post was No One Knows – Eclectic Corner #5 and it was sad, tugged at my heartstrings and a sequel was asked for, so here’s my attempt at it.

Forever Waiting

Sissy loves the new place. She adores the large backyard and the ability to go outside and run about, chasing any birds that land in back there. She loves listening to the cows on the other side of the fence moo and loves how the kids like to run about the yard with her as well.

What she doesn’t like is that it takes twenty minutes longer for the kids to come home from school. She starts crying for them (and it is crying though no tears gather in her eyes) about twenty minutes before school is even over for me niece. She continues to cry for each of them until all three of them are home. She stands on the couch and stares out the window until she can see them walking down the road.

“Doesn’t it just break your heart to listen to her.” My mother asks before she turns her attentions back to Sissy and tries to console her while the old dog waits for ‘her kids’ to come home.

Good thing it’s Friday. No school for the next two days.

image: Sissy, from martha0stout's phone

image: Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone

I don’t know how to handle this look on her face because nothing Mom and I do makes any difference. We’re not the ones she wants and nothing we do has any effect on her right now.

Who Needs a Lamb? I’ve Got a Dog.

As I look down at my dog, sleeping sprawled across the floor in perfect serenity, I wonder at this morning.

I haven’t been able to walk her since Monday (scraped up on my Achilles tendons makes it hard to wear shoes) and she decided she wanted a longer walk than my nephew has been able to give her.

It didn’t help that my eldest nephew accidentally left the door not closed all the way.

Nephew had a great big dog
Great big dog
Great big dog
Nephew had a great big dog
Friendly as can be!
 
She followed him to school one day
School one day
School one day
She followed him to school one day
Which was against the rules!
 
So Aunties had to hunt her down
Hunt her down
Hunt her down
Aunties had to hunt her down
Walking all the way.
 
They found her frolicking around
Frolicking around
Frolicking around
They found her frolicking around
Enjoying quite the day!
 

Some days that dog just makes me sick with worry. My sister found her playing in someone’s yard. I’m glad she had a good time but I’m even more glad that she was found.

Sissy Resting – Thankful Thursday

image: martha0stout's phone, Sissy sleeping
image: martha0stout’s phone, Sissy sleeping

Today I am thankful for Sissy and her naps. She likes to snuggle up against you sometimes when she sleeps and she’s warm and soft.

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Sorry this is so short, but I wanted to get it in because I love doing this every Thursday.