Thursday, November 02, 2006

The Dog

So i had just done a complete update and it's gone and now I have to do it again. So i'm doing it. I will do it. But i'm not happy, not happy at all! Stupid technology!!
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Today is my best friends 23rd birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON. Sorry I couldn't be there to say it in person, but I am about 10 hours (driving distance) away.

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I've felt pretty blah for the past two days. It seems all of those mommy kisses my little Aiva so sweetly woke me up with the other day was the perfect opportunity to give me a little gift. The sniffles. But I will be ok by monday I am sure.

Monday Aiva begins Day Care. I'm still nervous about the whole thing. We've gone to visit atleast 5 times in the last week or so.Always unexpected. And every time the children are smiling and playing or smiling and eating or smiling and having a giggly nap time. And these are all good signs I'm sure. Still I'm mommy and i've never had to worry about her when I leave for work(my mom or sister have watched her thus far). This is a transition. For both of us. I just wonder who's going to take it harder. But I think I already know the answer to that one.

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Well I did promise to update with another one of my fathers short stories and so I shall tonight. After looking through the selection and picking this one I did however come across something else. A 6 page treasure neatly folded and tucked in the back of the book. My fathers autobiography. And it was amazing. Pretty emotional actually to read these very words from my fathers heart. And for me to see them not as a daughter and for them not to be written as a father or husband. But just a man. A man searching for deeper things and simpler times. For fairy tales and magic when diapers and bills and work clogged his poetic abilities. It was nice once again to feel that bone deep connection beyond the grave. What a lucky girl I am.
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The Dog

by:SDH

The dog was a cruel one indeed! How does an animal get to be so overwhelmingly evil? How he got that wa sis irrelevant the fact that his is, is that he chose to exercise his evil on me not once but a second time. It was as though he was seeking revenge because of his not finishing the job the first time around. You see, he's gotten into the house once before when Chrissy had left me alone and he'd mauled me and left me crippled. He thought me finished then, but he must have some how discovered that I was still around. Anyway, I'd been given a second chance in life and here he was again and, of course, Chrissy was gone as well. I could sense him skulking about outside. The low gutteral pant could be heard above the sound of the wind and it caused me to shiver. My worst nightmare was about to be realized and I was sure he would not leave me intact this time around. His stealth rivaled even the most accomplished jungle hunter as he crept even closer.

Suddenly horror sang through my veins as I looked over and noticed the bedroom window half open. I was helpless! Obviously, I could not close it and no one was upstairs to help. The logical conclusion, therefore, was that the vicious animal would surely find the window and it would be the end. I bagan to quake and rattle in horror of being ripped to shreds. Memories of my first meeting with the beast came flooding back from the darkest recesses of my mind. I could hear his low guttural growl and panting. So loud was it that it must have been the only sound present at the time one singular purpose. Saliva dripped as though from a faucet. His glare was second only to the Medusa of Mythology,as I sat there on the bed frozen. This was the end for sure,this time he would not merely rip out an arm at the shoulder. He would surely finish the job. I could see him kneeling down slowly. Any moment he'd be inside and all that would be left of me would be a memory.

I hoped Chrissy would have a good memory of me. I prepared myself for eternity as his nose cleared the bottom window sill making his full head in open view of the window. ANy moment now........the bedroom door flew open and Chrissy burst into the room like the cavalry of old to save the day. She gave the beast a look that melted his ferocity and a stern "NO!" sent him howling away. She turned to me and embraced me,"Oh my baby! I'll never never leave you alone again!" She hugged me tightly and a little bit of stuffing fell out of a small hole where my left arm had been from that previous assault,but I didn't care. I was safe and with my Chrissy again. As you see, the life of a Teddy Bear is not as dull as you might imagine.

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sleep well and dream well, dear ones.