The Bully and Quick Thinking

When I was in grade 9, I was good friends with a new girl that had moved into the neighborhood. We hung together all the time and were pretty much inseparable. We attended the same school and lived a street over from each other.

After a few months Debbie started hanging out with this other group of girls that to me seemed like a bunch of trouble. When I refused to hang out with them Debbie became quite angry with me. She kept trying to start fights with me and threatened me constantly.

Debbie ended up in quite a lot of trouble after what happened in my true flash fiction for this week. 

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By Jpogi at en.wikipedia [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons

Terrified to answer the door, I thought it might be Deb waiting to harass me. When I didn't answer, she started calling, I know you're in there; I just want to talk to you.

Maybe she’d had a change of heart, her voice sounded friendly.  Reluctantly I let her in. What came next had me perspiring. 

Following me into the kitchen she told me she had her mother’s gun on her and planned to use it on me.

Go ahead, My Dad just pulled into the driveway. Quickly out the back door she fled.

Dad was still at work. 

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This post is for a Flash Fiction Challenge by +Charli Mills  over at Carrot Ranch. If you enjoy writing or reading Flash Fiction please come by and join a great group of writers.

Compassion from a Newfoundland Dog

Sage a Newfoundland Dog and Skye a Leonberger 

Sage
Both photo's Used with permission from Glenna Stephens

Working at a breeding/boarding/grooming kennel, one day I was cleaning the pens. The dogs could hear the vacuum going and most of them went out into their runs so that I could easily get into their pens to clean. (The regulars that is)

The Newfoundland dogs shared several pens and had very large heavy beds made of wood. Sage stayed back rather than go outside to keep me company. 

As I lifted her bed it slipped and hit my finger. I tried hard not to yell out but she felt my pain. I couldn't believe how much compassion this dog showed me as she came right over to me, snuggled up to my leg and wouldn't leave my side. Showing her my finger she tried to lick to pain away. Sage would not leave me until she knew that I’d calmed down enough to finish my task at hand.

Sage and I had created a bond together after that, and every day she saw me she was always happy to see me. I would give her some extra attention whenever possible. She was always by my side while I was in her pen or outside with her.

One day Gail Bishop, (may she be resting in peace) the owner of Orovale Kennels said to me, “How would you like to buy Sage from me? She’s getting on in years and I’d love to see her living with you.”

Of course I was ecstatic and said to Gail, “Well I’ll have to discuss it with Al first, since we do have 2 Newfs already.”

After talking with Al, he said let’s introduce them all together and see how they get along.

I thought long and hard about bringing another dog into the family. Even though I loved Saige with all my heart I had to decline Gail’s offer. Three Newfoundland dogs would be too hard and time consuming. I didn't think I would be able to give all three the attention they would need. It was a very hard decision to make as I am such a dog lover.

I've regretted my decision ever since, and every time I think of her. The compassion she showed me is something that will stay with me forever.

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