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Vicious – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

She went into the animal shelter and asked to see the animals who had been there longest. A staff member led her to the back and showed her a few cats and dogs. The last dog was curled up in the back of its pen, and it growled and bared its teeth a little at them. The staff member explained that the dog did that to all the people who stopped in front of its cage, and it scared them from wanting to adopt it because they thought it was a vicious dog.

She looked at the dog and knew they were wrong. She could tell from its body language and the look in its eyes that it was scared, not vicious. She knelt and talked to the dog in a soft, friendly voice and exuded calm, peaceful energy. Slowly, the dog stopped growling. Its tail began to wag slightly.

She kept talking and putting out good energy. After a few minutes, the dog stood up, its tail wagging. Then it walked over and sat down in front of her. It sniffed her hand and gave it a gentle lick. She carefully reached out and petted the dog’s head while the shelter staffer watched in amazement. “See, you’re not a vicious dog at all, are you?” she said, then faced the staffer and told him, “I’ll take him.”

 

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “vicious”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2020/07/14/tuesdayuseitinasentence-vicious/

 


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That Fuzzy Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Julius!” called Lisa as she came into the living room. “Come here, Julius! I have something for you!”

Down the hall, Julius was napping. His ears perked up at the sound of her voice and he got up from his bed. He ran into the living room excitedly, eager to see what Lisa had brought him.

When he got there, he saw Lisa standing in the middle of the room with something small and black in her hands. “What is that fuzzy thing?” he thought. “Is is a toy? It must be a toy. Yay! A new toy!”

Having decided that, his tail began to wag and he panted expectantly.

Lisa approached the fluffy white dog. “I’m glad you’re happy, Julius,” she said, holding the fuzzy thing towards him. “Here you go.”

Julius sniffed the black thing in her hand, and reared back slightly in shock. “That doesn’t smell like a toy!” he said to himself. “That smells like a…”

The fuzzy thing stirred in Lisa’s hand and two small yellow eyes popped opened and a small mouth opened wide in a yawn.

“…cat!” Julius finished his thought.

“Say hello to your new brother, Marcus, Julius!” Lisa said, setting the black kitten down in front of him.

“What?!” thought Julius, staring at the kitten.

Lisa stepped back to watch the two interact, hoping there wouldn’t be any fighting but ready to intervene if needed.

The kitten faced Julius and gave him a stern look. “Look here, dog,” he warned. “I may be new here, but let’s get one thing straight. I’m a cat and you’re just a dog. That means I’m in charge here. Got it?”

Julius crouched down on the floor and stared at the kitten. He could tell that it had tried to tell him something, but he didn’t understand what it’d said. He did pick up that the kitten seemed to have a bossy air about it, though. He decided he’d humor it, for now anyway.

Taking the dog’s silence and peaceful attitude as acceptance, Marcus simply said, “Good”, and wandered off to begin exploring his new domain.

 

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “zz”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 20/2020


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Seat of the Pants – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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The front door creaked open. The man in black slowly tiptoed inside, carefully peering around this way and that in the almost-pitch blackness, to try to get his bearing and make sure all was quiet. Not seeing anything, he released the breath he was holding and began making his way more boldly down the hall, heading for the bedrooms.

The man in black came upon the master bedroom first. Shining his flashlight around the room, he looked for the dresser so he could search it for jewelry and anything else valuable. As the beam of light shined across the bed, two bright yellow orbs reflected back at the man from a dark mass in the middle of the bed. A low growl and a hint of something white followed in the next instant.

The man let out a startled cry as the dark mass on the bed grew in size and quickly jumped at him. As it landed on the floor in front of him, the growling grew in intensity, and the man hurriedly backed out into the hallway. He ran back down the hallway, but only made it a few feet before the black mass, which had followed after him, jumped at his back. The man in black cried out in pain as something sharp struck him in the buttocks, and he fell heavily to the floor in a veritable faceplant, accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric. Something heavy suddenly sat on top of the man, and he found he couldn’t move.

An unknown number of minutes later, the homeowners arrived back home to find their door standing open. Panicked, they rushed inside and flipped on the light switch, not knowing what they would find. They gasped in shock at the scene that greeted them in the middle of the hallway: a man in black, lying face-down on the floor, with a big hole torn out of the butt of his pants, and their Bullmastiff dog, Trusty, sitting on top of him, holding him down and with a big piece of fabric hanging out of his mouth.

When he saw them, Trusty wagged his tail and panted happily, knowing he did good and that his owners would be pleased with how he’d protected their home.

The homeowners praised Trusty, then quickly called the police on their cell phone.

While they waited for the police, the man in black moaned from beneath Trusty and softly pleaded for help in getting the dog off him.

The homeowners, and Trusty, ignored him.


This short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “pant”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 19/17


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Bone – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

Edna stomped into the kitchen, livid, and said to Eric, who sat at the table and flinched when he saw his mother’s angry face, “I have a bone to pick with you, boy! How many times have I told you not to give bones to Buster! The dog’s outside digging up the garden again!”

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “bone”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/tuesdayuseitinasentence-bone/

 


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This Tuesday’s Tale Is Your Story: Cinnamon & Shadow

My sweet angels Cinnamon and Shadow have their story featured today 🙂

Animals Are Feeling Beings Too

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The tale of Cinnamon and Shadow told by Jeanne

CINNAMON CINNAMON

Cinnamon was technically my mother’s dog, but I was like the second mother to her. A lady I used to work for had a miniature poodle named Ginger, and when my mother saw her, she wanted one. When Ginger’s breeder had some more puppies, my mother got one. Amazingly, Cinnamon and Ginger had the exact same markings, only Cinnamon was a little bigger. I suppose that’s not all that surprising since their parents were the same, just from different litters (about 2 years apart).

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Hearts like dogs – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds #NationalPuppyDay

 

 

 

“What a beautiful world it would be if people had hearts like dogs.” – unknown

 

Happy National Puppy Day!

Be sure to give your pups lots of love and attention, and please remember…Adopt, don’t shop!

(quote image found on Pinterest)

 

This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

One-Liner Wednesday – It’s Al’s Fault

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Sanction – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

As she continued to see more and more news stories popping up in her newsfeed about animal abuse, Lacey glanced over at her two cats and dog sleeping peacefully together on the couch and wondered what could be done to increase and strengthen sanctions against horrible crimes being committed against such innocent creatures, and how some countries could apparently continue to sanction it with a blind eye.

 

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt:

https://awordadventure.wordpress.com/2016/03/08/tuesday-use-it-in-a-sentence-sanction/


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Pause for Paws – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #JusJoJan

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She knew better than to be out walking alone so late in the evening, especially through the woods. But Jen had lost track of the time and was running late, and cutting through the woods was quicker.

As she hurried along the path, she could hear her mother’s angry voice in her head, berating her for being out so late.

The sound of a twig snapping made Jen pause in her step and catch her breath. She listened carefully and peered into the trees, trying to make out in the growing darkness what had caused the sound. Had it been a small animal? A larger animal? A person?

Jen jumped suddenly at the sound of large paws padding along the path behind her, and she turned around quickly to see what was coming. Was it a wolf? She’d heard there might be some in the area. Or maybe it was a cougar? There were supposed to be some around, too.

She sighed and smiled when she saw it was only a yellow Labrador.”Oh, it’s only you, Cooper,” she said, and the dog wagged its tail and ran up to her. “Mom sent you out to fetch me, did she?” she asked as the dog stood looking up at her with a big, sloppy grin on its face. She gave his head a pat and grabbed his collar. “Good boy, Cooper. Let’s go home.”

She followed the dog along the path and out of the woods.

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This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

http://lindaghill.com/2016/01/01/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-jan-216/

and is also part of Just Jot it January

 

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Hugs – One-liner Wednesday #1linerWeds

 

 

“If all else fails, hug your dog – or kitty.” – anonymous

 

(Or even better, hug both 😀 )

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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:

http://lindaghill.com/2015/12/16/one-liner-wednesday-on-taking-a-joke/