"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

Only A Pup


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I was only a pup when it happened.

He didn’t come home one night. Lots of people came to the door. I barked at some of them and my master was too upset to tell me to stop, so I picked the ones I didn’t like and gave them a full-throated bark. They might be fooling the other humans, but dogs know stuff — like who is good and who should be driven away.

My master was very quiet for a long time and we stopped doing the things we usually do.

These days, we are back to something like our old routine.

We go to the big market before it gets light — I find this bit hard, but a dog has to do his duty. He talks to the other men and loads up his handcart. It has his name printed on the side. I don’t read ‘human’, but I know it is there because other humans comment on it.

“Love the old signwriting mate. Did you do it yourself?”

“Yes,” my master would say and the other human would look disappointed — they always wanted to hear more, but my master doesn’t say much — not to them anyway — he talks to me though.

We go out most days, rain or shine and I stay close by.

“Sanderson and son, eh?”

“Not anymore.”

 

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2 responses

  1. That is heartbreaking. I’m glad he has his dog.

    Liked by 1 person

    February 28, 2017 at 3:36 am

    • Thanks, Jacqui. I’m glad he has his dog also.
      Terry

      Like

      February 28, 2017 at 10:46 am

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