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I'm joining up with Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman's Christian Fiction Friday.
“Stop! Lie down.” I clicked my fingers and pointed to the corner. He simply looked at me. Poor dog! He didn’t understand what was going on. I went back in the bedroom and rooted around in the chifferobe until I found an old quilt. I made Coby a bed in the corner, gave him a few more pats, and talked to him as if he could understand. I snuggled up on the quilt with him.
“Michael’s dog is having trouble adjusting to civilian
life,” I explained. “Until he gets better, we have to be patient. He’s been
through a lot. Michael said he was very brave. I suppose that he’s so used to
hunting the enemy that he has to make up one. That’s you, Coby. You’re the
enemy now.”
Coby’s tail thumped the floor.
“I do not want you fighting that dog...” I was sounding like
Momma, refusing to call Michael’s dog by his name. He was part of our family
now, wasn’t he? No matter how many problems he might have. “Argos is your
brother. We love our brothers, don’t we?”
Coby licked my chin, and I laughed, scratching the ruff of
his neck with both hands. “Yes, you’re a good dog! We just have to be patient.
He’ll learn to love us, one day.” I climbed to my feet again. “Now, stay here.”
I put my hand up again, palm out. “Stay!”
I went out of the room, closing the door behind me, holding
the darkened bronze doorknob for a second. Coby immediately began to whine.
Well, at least he wasn’t clawing the door. I went on into the sitting room
where Momma still sat.
She frowned at me, her eyes narrowing. “I ain’t having that
racket,” she said.
“Give him time. He’ll quiet in a minute.” I took a seat in
the other rocker, rocking slowly, listening and waiting to see if what I said
would come true. It didn’t. His whining just got louder.
“That dog is driving me crazy.”
It was a choice between listening to him whining and Momma
grumbling or go let him out. I gave up and went to let him out of the bedroom.
He raced around me in circles, his tail wagging. I tried to be stern with him
but didn’t have the heart.
Momma shook her head, her gray hair whisping around her
shoulders. It needed washing, but she wouldn’t allow me to help her, and she
either wouldn’t or couldn’t do it herself. “Put that durn dog out!”
I yanked my coat off the nail, hearing it rip but not
caring. I opened the back door, not thinking, and Coby raced out before I could
stop him. “Coby, come back!” I whistled and patted my leg.
But it was too late. Argos came from around the front of the house, meeting him with a lunge.
Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current works in progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman. Link your post to the blog hop here.
But it was too late. Argos came from around the front of the house, meeting him with a lunge.
Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current works in progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman. Link your post to the blog hop here.
I'm so glad you joined the blog hop sheila! I love the dog.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alana for hosting it!
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