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By Laury Hubrich
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“Morning, little pup.” Joey flashed a half-grin and turned his head towards the window. “Snow!” He jumped off the bed and knocked Dowser to the floor. Joey quickly bundled up and trundled outside, slamming the door behind him. Poor Dowser was left looking out the window, whimpering like he’d lost his only friend.
He cuddled up to his mum by the fire. Soon he heard a sound and lazily opened one eye. Little sister Sally clomped down the steps in her snowboots and snowsuit. Very quietly, he backed away from his mum and followed Sally out the door. “Freedom!”
Once outside, he took a flying leap off the porch and landed with a soft thud in the newly fallen snow. “Ruff. Yipee, snow!” He heard his boy’s voice above the others and took off running. He managed to get right in the middle of a snowball war! He jumped up to catch a ball as it came hurtling past him, just because that’s what pups do. Whack – right in the face. Poor Dowser put his head down in shame and sniveled. Once again, his feelings were hurt. How could his very own boy throw a snowball at him? Dowser ambled off to nurse his grudge. He didn’t even look back to see if Joey was watching. “Serves him right if he worries about me. I’ll show him.”
Dowser stuck his nose in the air. “Mmmmm, I smell bunny.” He bounded up the hill and took off after the unsuspecting rabbit. Once he got to the top, he forgot what he was chasing. He stood, legs apart, his imaginary cape stirring in the breeze. “Woof! I’m king of the world,” he shouted to anyone who would listen. The birds stopped their chirping and the bunny stared at the silly mutt.
Dowser forgot he wasn’t Super Pup. He took a running leap to test his flying skills. His feet slid out from underneath him and he fell hard on his rump and before he could say, “Oooooh, owie.” he started to slide down the hill. He slid right past the pesky bunny that got him into this mess in the first place. Bunny gave him a tiny wave and then hopped off. “Watch out,” Dowser called. “Can’t stop! Help meeeeee!” he squealed.
Poor Dowser slid and slipped and tumbled and twisted down that hill. He thought he would never see the end of it until he did; wooomp – right into a pile of snow. He crawled out and gingerly picked up one paw at a time, inspecting for damage. Finding he wasn’t hurt, he started to shake and shiver.
He looked to the right and then to the left. He bent down and poked his head between his legs to see where he had been. Nothing looked familiar. He stood there, all alone. “My tummy’s growling.” Dowser sat on his cold hind end. Tears started to form and fell down his snout, creating long, spiky icicles where his whiskers should have been. “Should’na left mum. Betcha she’s worried about me. Dumb Boy. If he loved me, he’d come look for me. If I weren’t so cold I’d run away. Why did Sally have to let me out? Dumb girl.”
“Dowser!” The pup’s ears stood up. It was Boy. His tail started to thump. He pounded the ground so hard that snow sprayed up around him and started him to shivering all over again, only this time in anticipation.
“Dowser, here boy!”
Dowser forgot he was angry. Joey stood, his arms stretched out and Dowser soared through the air, his imaginary cape flapping in the breeze, and knocked them both to the ground. “Ruff, ruff. He loves me, Boy loves me.” He licked the snow off Boy’s face and Joey got another whiff of sweet puppy breath.
Joey stood up, brushed off the snow and picked up Dowser and held him close. “I’m sorry, Dows. Let’s go home.” Joey stuffed Dowser into his coat and walked him up the small hill that led right into his backyard. Dowser fell asleep, safe in his boy’s arms, dreaming happy puppy thoughts, “He loves me. He loves me. Woof. Boy loves me!”
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Well done. I love a good puppy story.
Well written
This gets the Little Boys' Stamp of Approval. *grin*
I could actually see it happening. You have a real way with words girlfriend. I loved this. Grrrr WOOF!