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a good ol' boy
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a good ol' boy [image] The shivered in the cold but couldn’t move, his hind quarters frozen to the ground. The lady that smelled like the little boy came out the back door and talked low and gentle to him. She had a big pan of water with her. His thirst was fierce and he pushed his head into it, spilling some of it. She called the man with the white hair on his face. He held the close under his front, while she poured the water behind the dog. He felt the warmth first and then his legs loosened and he could move. Stumbling, too cold to walk, he pulled himself along and licked the lady’s hands. They lifted him then, wrapping him in something that smelled like sunshine and took him up the stairs into a room that simmered where the little boy was dancing around, trying to touch him. A bowl with water, another with food. He didn’t move, just stared up at them. They moved them closer to him. Soft voices, a touch on his shoulder, the boy dancing around him, finally scooped up into the man’s arms, held there ‘til he calmed. The lady, sat beside him, her fingers dipping into the bowl, offering her hand to him. If he could weep, he would weep. He licked her fingers, licking long after they were clean. His tongue lapped the water, until it was gone. He couldn’t stop himself. He shrank back waiting for the kick. The bowl was gone, then back, full again then empty. He fell asleep. When he woke for the second time, he was warm. He felt a weight on his back, smelled the lady. She was on the floor beside him covered in something, making a rumbling noise, her arm looped over him. What should have felt uncomfortable brought him comfort. The smell of the food was nearby. He inched towards it on his belly. In three mouthfuls it was gone, but so was her hand and he missed it. He turned to find her. She was awake, sitting, looking at him. She stood then, refilled the bowl with dry food, set it next to his bowl of water, sat back down leaning against the wall. He ate, drank. He had to go. She held the door open and he left, looking back with longing. When he was done, he stood there. The snow was already seeping cold into his bones. She opened the door and his body sprang forward, back into warm, back into safe, back. She rubbed his head and gave him a hard thing that he chewed up quickly. She rubbed his ears, over and over, sending him back to sleep. The sun was on his nose when he woke next, the little boy was holding his tail in his hand so he twitched it, watching the boy fall over, listening to the sounds he made. As the boy kept trying to catch the tail, the lady watched, her face was in the sun too. His bad Man came to the door many sleeps later. He stood outside yelling. She stuck out her tongue. he stayed in the room with the sun until the lady came back, rubbed his ears. They named me buddy. They say I am a good ol’ dog. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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[image] hope the image sticks here. it didn't in the blog. I had to unstick a dog once who'd ben left by tenants who went away for a weekend. I called the ASPCA and they took the dog who had major malnutrition as well. the tenants sued us but they lost. so they sued the landlord. lost again. never rent to a lawyer or an asshole. torey, the dog was re-adopted. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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You are such a tease; I can't work out whether this post is metaphorical or not!  
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Very nice. Now, rub my ears! I won't ask again!
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Nicely done Wick.. No the picture didn't stick but will return back on the next Thread to have a look at what you posted. hugss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I was almost in tears reading this. There are cruel folks in this world and then here are angels. (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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What a touching story. . It gives one hope that the good WILL win out in the end. You write SO well! . You should put these in a book of short stories. No pic yet, but I'm not sure that it's needed anyway.
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<3 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Nice story. It's sad that so many people get pets then mistreat them. Vive La Difference
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