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My Sister’s Dog

December 23, 2020 7 Comments

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I felt the soft, squishy warmth in my hand right through the plastic bag and I gagged. Holding my breath, I tried not to throw up as I tossed the bag in the trash. Why did I ever agree to dog sit? Just when my stomach settled, he pushed another one out. It was bigger than the last. It plopped into the grass and I watched the steam rise. A bizarre comparison with the street vendor’s hot dogs popped into my mind.

“Never again,” I thought.

Then, when no one was looking, I dropped the leash and briskly walked home alone.

By Rita Riebel Mitchell

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  1. Prudence Lev says

    December 23, 2020 at 9:41 am

    Well, being a dog lover, I don’t much like the protagonist. That said, this is nicely composed.

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    • Rita says

      December 24, 2020 at 11:06 am

      Thanks, Prudence, and you’re correct. The MC is definitely not a dog lover.

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  2. M D Smith IV says

    December 24, 2020 at 11:08 am

    Who is this girl with rings in her nose, that my owner asked to take me for a walk? The way she jerks my leash, it’s clear she doesn’t want to do it. I’ve been inside all day and feel I’m going to burst if I don’t find some grass soon.
    Oh, there it is. Blessed relief is coming soon. I’ve got to squat to get this just right…Oh, my. Feels like I’m plugged up…keep trying…ugh…YES, Yes that was good but not all.
    Then she bagged it as my owner does and jerks me to walk further. “NO,” I woof. “I’m not finished.” Still, she jerks me on. Finally, I have to sit down. She can drag me if she wants. I got to go again.
    I feel the leash go limp. Ahhh, I can let that last log out and maybe make it another day. As I looked around. “HEY” “Hey somebody. The ring-girl is gone and I don’t know my way home.”

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  3. M D Smith IV says

    December 24, 2020 at 1:45 pm

    Who is this girl with rings in her nose, that my owner asked to take me for a walk? The way she jerks my leash, it’s clear she doesn’t want to do it. I’ve been inside all day and feel I’m going to burst if I don’t find some grass soon.
    Oh, there it is. Blessed relief is coming soon. I’ve got to squat to get this just right…Oh, my. Feels like I’m plugged up…keep trying…ugh…YES, Yes that was good but not all.
    Then she bagged it as my owner does and jerked me to walk further. “NO,” I woof. “I’m not finished.” Still, she jerks me on. Finally, I have to sit down. She can drag me if she wants. I got to go again.
    I feel the leash go limp. Ahhh, I can let that last log out and maybe make it another day. As I looked around. “HEY” “Hey somebody. The ring-girl is gone and I don’t know my way home.”

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    • Rita says

      December 26, 2020 at 1:31 pm

      Interesting twist showing the dog’s point of view. Thanks for reading my story and putting in so much effort. 🙂

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      • M D Smith IV says

        December 26, 2020 at 6:47 pm

        Yeah. I just considered the poor little dog, alone and no way home. When you write with pets in the story, sometimes you don’t want to leave the pet in danger, or heaven forbid, let it die.
        It was still a delightful story with an unexpected twist.

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        • Rita says

          December 26, 2020 at 8:44 pm

          Good points to keep in mind. My MC is very self-centered and selfish. I wonder what she’ll tell her sister or if she’ll reconsider and go back for the dog. I feel a longer story brewing…

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