Old Dog, Part II

at the request of Miss Maggie, we have a part II to Old Dog, rather than a rewrite

Old Dog, Part II

“You home?” Joseph calls from the kitchen.

You lean back against the front door, wanting to hear scrabbling nails on parquet, instead your stomach roils.

He comes out drying his hands on a dishcloth. “Got rid of him? Good. Damn peeing. Gotta have standards.”

Instantly you realize you’ve lowered yours. Surrendered Buddy for the love of this supercilious man. Shaking your head, you jingle your car keys then rest your forehead against the door.

“I can’t leave him there.” Your tears blind you, except you see better now.

“Him or me.”

You smile. Your first easy decision of the day.

The woman at the shelter raises an eyebrow at your approach.

“I need my Buddy back,” you say, and this time the tears come followed shortly by scrabbling nails.

 

end

Sascha Darlington

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21 replies »

    • Thank you. Part one was in response to my looking at a local shelter online and all I saw were old faces looking back at me. It was easy to write something angry.
      However, happy endings, especially in cases like this, are preferred! 🙂

  1. Enjoyed your pieces, Sascha, although I must say I felt a certain repeat rejection by association. No, it’s not that I’m a dog, but the other thing. No-one is perfect, and clearly the protagonist here accepts certain imperfections in her pet. Are we all oafish unfaithful bores? Mmm come to think of it … 🐒

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