Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Dog | Short Stories

Serendipity – A miscellany of short stories
by John Butler

I was hungry – very hungry. All right, dogs are always hungry. I know that but this time it was a hunger that gnawed at my very being. Marian, that’s my mistress and Joe, her husband, weren’t exactly dog lovers. Why then, you might ask, had they got a dog? From scraps of conversation I’d overheard during the couple of years I’d been with them I gathered they thought I might be some sort of security for them.
Joe had a kind of scrap business and their backyard was where most of the junk lay until it was replaced by other junk. They had given me a kennel in the yard and I was supposed to bark and make a fuss if anyone came near during the night.
I couldn’t for the life of me imagine why anyone should want to but anyway that was supposed to be what I was there for. If I’m to be honest, I don’t think I was a very good guard dog. You see, I’m a heavy sleeper and I can’t help that. Sometimes Joe would come down in the middle of the night and start yelling and flashing his torch around. When he flashed it in my kennel and woke me up he wasn’t at all pleased about it. In fact I can tell you, here and now that if I was to repeat his language you would be shocked but at the same time have to admire how he could curse for five minutes without using the same swear word twice. In addition to that he would get hold of my chain and jerk me roughly out of the kennel and proceed to lay about me with the buckle end of his belt. I thought it was very unfair and I must say, over the two years since they brought me from the ‘Dogs’ Home’ I had developed a distinct dislike for them both.
This particular night, as I said, I was desperately hungry. I had been chained up for nearly a week and no-one had been near. I suppose they had gone away – they often just left me. With a supreme effort, for I didn’t feel all that strong, I tried to get at the waste bin. It meant dragging my kennel with me but hunger gives you strength.