By Michael Rooney
Grandpa Jerome was wonderful! A few years ago he brought home a little black dog. Butch was a puppy when Gramps rescued him from the pound and over the years he became a rather big dog. For some reason, Butch never went outside that I saw.
After Gramps passed away, Butch came home with us. One afternoon, he looked at me with those big brown eyes and I knew I had to take him out. A Caucasian couple casually strolled past us. Butch broke free and lunged at them, tearing at their flesh. He turned to me and wagged his tail.
I think there is a lesson for us all on intolerance in this tale. Am I right, Michael?
I loved this. Starts out like Greyfriar’s Bobby, then turns sinister.
Now we know why the dog was never outside !!!
Brilliant and also the feedback so far just shows how emotive the story is. I immediately thought he had been abused by a white person when a puppy.and was getting his own back (or protecting his new owner from the threat of mistreatment.) Such fun that others saw it in a totally different way.