And of course, a photo of my angel Cinnamon for National Dog Day:
Mandy cleared away the dishes from the table and set about rinsing them off in the kitchen sink so she could load the dishwasher. As she worked, she hummed to herself and thought about what she might do for the rest of the day. Thinking she might try to do some work in the flower garden since the weather was forecasted to be nice, she glanced up from the bowl she was rinsing to view the yard from the little window above the sink.
Her brow furrowed as she spotted something odd at the far end of the yard, near the woodline. She couldn’t be certain since it was a good distance away, but it looked like a big pile of dirt. She couldn’t remember seeing it there before.
Thinking someone had snuck onto her property and done some digging, she stopped doing the dishes and went outside to check it out.
Reaching the spot she’d seen, she saw that it was, indeed, a hole that had been dug and covered up. And judging from the dirt, it appeared to have been done fairly recently. Curious as to what might be buried, she hurried back to her yard and got a shovel from the shed. Then she returned to the hole.
She thought the hole would be fairly deep and so expected to have to dig for a bit, but it only took her a few a scoops with the shovel before she found something. Not believing what she saw, she removed more of the dirt. Soon she had, she believed, uncovered the secret of the mystery hole. She dropped the shovel and covered her mouth in shock.
What was in the hole was not any sort of buried treasure. It was, in fact, a pile of bones. Bones that appeared to be fairly fresh.
Holding back a scream, she ran back to her house. She frantically searched the living room for her phone, in her panic momentarily forgetting where she’d put it.
A few minutes later, she found the phone where it had inadvertently slipped between a couple of couch cushions. She was just starting to dial 911 when she heard her teenage son call to her from the kitchen.
“Mom!” he called, “the neighbor’s dog is digging in the yard again!”
Wondering what he was talking about, she stopped dialing and went into the kitchen to look.
Her son was standing at the sink, watching out the window. He pointed and she looked out the window.
Standing at the hole she’d been digging at was the neighbor’s black Labrador. It was digging at the hole. In the dog’s mouth was a large bone. As she watched, it dropped the bone into the hole to join the other bones. Then the dog began kicking the loose dirt back over the hole. When it was covered, the dog strutted back off into the woods, its head and tail held up proudly.
Mandy heaved a large sigh of relief, set her phone down, and returned to doing her dishes.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “bone”:
Levi and his black Labrador, Sirius, walked up the steps to his apartment’s front door. They had been on a nice walk and had a fun time at the dog park, so both were in good spirits. But the yellow sheet of paper taped to the door with the giant NOTICE in red lettering that greeted them quickly dampened Levi’s spirits.
“Notice is hearby given…” Levi read out loud before finishing reading the rest of the letter silently. Beside him, Sirius let out a small whine, sensing something was wrong.
Levi snatched the letter off the door and crumpled it in his hands angrily. Then the weight of what he’d read hit him and he plopped down on the steps, holding his head in his hands. Sirius settled down beside him, letting out another low whine.
Levi removed his hands and pulled Sirius close to him in a tight hug. “What are going to do, boy?” he asked. “We’re being evicted. I just can’t believe it. Where can we go, on such on short notice?”
Dejected, Levi sat there for a while, just holding tight to his dog. Dark clouds built up overhead, and a light rain began to fall, but Levi didn’t pay it any notice. All he could do was stare at his shoes and think about having to move so suddenly.
After a few minutes, Levi noticed he wasn’t getting wet any more. He also noticed that someone was speaking to him, asking him if he was all right. He had a sense that they’d been asking for a few minutes. He lifted his eyes from his feet to see a lovely young woman about his age standing in front of him. She was holding an umbrella over him. A Golden Retriever sat stoically by her side.
“Are you all right?” the lady asked Levi again.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Levi replied sheepishly. “Thanks.”
The rain finally stopped, and the young woman closed the umbrella. “Lucy and I were passing by on our way back from the dog park and saw you sitting here. You appeared to be in some sort of trouble. And it must be pretty bad because you didn’t even seem to notice the rain.”
“Well, you’re right. I did just get some rather bad news, and it hit me hard.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not unless you know of an available apartment that allows pets,” he replied.
Levi let go of Sirius, who sat up straight beside him, and showed her the offending notice he’d gotten.
She took one look at it and instantly understood. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said. “That is really horrible news. But you’re in luck. It just so happens that the people in the apartment next to mine are moving out at the end of the month. Why don’t you come back with me and see about applying for it? It’s not far.”
Levi stared at her as if she were an angel sent from God.
She smiled and held a hand out to him. With a smile of his own, he took it.
“I’m Angela, by the way,” she said as he stood up.
“Nice to meet you, Angela,” he replied. “I’m Levi. And this is Sirius.”
The group walked back towards the street.
Overhead, a rainbow had formed.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “notice”:
Martin, an older man in a Navy uniform, pulled his car up to the doors of the ER and ran inside with a cry of “Help! Help! I need help!”
The nurse behind the counter hurried up to him and asked, “What’s wrong, sir?”
“It’s my Lydia. She’s gone into labor! She’s going to give birth any minute! She needs a berth for her birth!”
The nurse gasped. “Of course, sir! We’ll get her taken care of right away!”
The nurse looked around and motioned a couple of orderlies over. They followed the old man outside to his car, with one orderly pushing a wheelchair ahead of him. Martin opened the car door and reached inside while the nurse and orderlies drew close to help move Lydia into the wheelchair.
The nurse and orderlies gasped when Martin turned to face them with not an expectant woman but a very pregnant Dachshund in his arms.
“Uh, sir,” said the nurse, her voice calm but somewhat uncertain, “that’s a dog, not a woman.”
“I know that! This is my Lydia, and she’s going to whelp her pups any minute!”
“But, this is a hospital. For humans. You need to go to a vet.”
“Don’t you think I know that? But I don’t have time. I’m from out of town, going to a reunion for some of my old mates from the Navy. Lydia went into premature labor; she wasn’t due for another week or so. I thought I had time, so I took her with me, as I always do. I stopped at the first vet office I found, but they’re closed. The nearest emergency vet is too far; she’ll not make it in time. Please! Can’t you do something?”
The nurse and orderlies looked from the old sailor to the dog and back. “Well…,” said the nurse, still unsure.
“Please! She’s all I have in this world. I can’t stand to lose her if something goes wrong. She’s never had pups before.”
The nurse and orderlies had a brief, whispered discussion, then gave a brief nod. The nurse turned back to the old man. “It’s not normal hospital policy, sir,” she told him, “but we can’t turn down a plea for help from a serviceman like yourself. And we’re not heartless enough to turn away from an animal in need. We’ll find a room and bed to make her comfortable, while Mike here,” she pointed to the orderly with the wheelchair, “contacts an animal rescue he knows that is nearby and that he believes can help Lydia.”
Martin sighed. “Thank you! That would be very much appreciated.”
“We’re happy to help, sir. And thank you, for your service, sir.”
Martin placed Lydia in the wheelchair, and the group wheeled her inside the hospital. The other people in the lobby stared at them, surprised to see the Dachshund being brought in, and watched as she was taken into a room while one of the orderlies made a call from the desk phone.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “birth/berth”:
Terry cut a notch into a tree trunk then wiped his brow, took a deep breath, and raised his machete to resume hacking away at the tangle of vines and tree limbs in front of him. In the back of his mind, he regretted bragging that he could blaze a trail through these woods in record time, and also regretted accepting the bet that followed. He was at least glad to have some company – his two dogs. Tom, an all-black Labrador, and Jerry, a brown hound mix with a blaze of white on his forehead, were having a blast exploring the scenery. At least someone was having a good time, Terry thought.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt:
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