Today’s sentence: “Where are you?”
It was a typical Sunday afternoon.
The soft gentle music had lulled him and the dog to sleep, whilst the mistress of the house was tapping away on her keyboard enjoying the music, a melodic piano instrumental with a cello accompaniment.
A noise disturbed the dog, which in turn awoke the man prone on the settee.
They heard a voice outside.
Someone was calling for help.
All were up in a shot, the dog leading the way to the door.
Outside, the street was empty.
The man’s voice came again.
‘Where are you?’ she shouted. ‘We’re here to help. Where are you? ‘
A neighbour came out of their house having heard their cries.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Someone’s calling for help! We can hear him, but don’t know where he is.’
All stood silent on the pathway to listen.
With visions of someone having collapsed in their garden, she shouted again
‘Where are you? Can you hear me? ‘
A figure appeared at the end of the fence.
‘Erm, I think that would be me. Sorry folks. I’m just calling my dog.’
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
Lord knows what our neighbours think is going on in our garden with all the shouting at our naughty dog.
This actually happened a few days ago and the owner was calling for his dog as it had got out. I hope he found it.
Does that mean the man had a dog called Help?
I don’t know the name of his dog, but whatever he was calling was distorted through the glass sounded like Help. I haven’t seen him to ask if the dog was OK. It’s a chihuahua.
How alert they all were to help. A good story.
It happened a few days ago. Being aware that our neighbours are older than us, Hubby and I were outside like a shot.
That’s really considerate of you guys.
It’s just the way the neighbourhood is. Everyone gives you space, but it’s a friendly community.
That is really nice.