Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Halloween Tale :: The Little White Dog

There was an old woman who lived alone, she had no family still living and her only friend was a little white dog who went everywhere with her - with one exception. The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm coals. Usually though, the dog lay on a rug right next to the bed.

The woman wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to her little white dog and he would lick it reassuringly.

One night she was reading the newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and pulled the duvet up around her as she read that a mental patient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was dangerous or not, but he was a suspect in the murders of several women who lived alone.

The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where her little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the side of the bed. As she turned to settle in comfortably she opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.

There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the coals and wagging his tail.

And down beside her bed, something was still licking her hand.


seeker said...

I know this is a made up story, at least in TX, because 1. No little white dog would ever allow anyone in the house after dark when his Mama was asleep without barking and growling and biting. 2. When the little white dog barked and growled and bit, his Mama would pull her 38 cal. Colt revolver out from under her handmade quilt and blow the bad man to a Baptist Hell. 3. Then she would call 911 and the nice policeman and the M.E.'s office person would come and take the bad man's carcass away. 4. The next day the paparatsi would come and take pictures of the little white dog to tell the story of his brave rescue. 5. The little white dog would win a medal from the Mayor. 6. Then, the next night, the Mama, the 38 cal. Colt revolver and the little white dog would cuddle happily together in the big bed under the handmade quilt.

Debi and the now 3 little white dogs from TX

PBurns said...

Love it! "And they lived happily ever after."

Simba said...

Would never work in our house. The escapee would have to know exactly the right strange demonic noises to make to imitate the little dog.

And, of course, the little dog would have barked ferociously and hit the intruder repeatedly with the rope toy. She doesn't believe in subtle when inciting play.