Dylan Hughes is our host for the First Line Friday challenge.
This one is a
tail tale after my own heart.
Your line for this week is:
The black dog followed them home.
The black dog followed them home. Every time they went for a walk, it would pick them up somewhere en route and follow them home, then disappear.
They discussed it and agreed they would try to befriend it and see if it belonged to anyone.
It was a beautiful german shepherd cross, a little on the thin side perhaps, but otherwise seemed in pretty good health.
As expected, when they turned out of the park the next day, they had their canine shadow.
Stopping and turning towards it, Geoff held out his hand and encouraged it to approach.
The head tipped sideways, and the tail wagged once, then the dog was gone.
This happened every day for the next week, each time a tilt of acknowledgement and a wag of the tail, until on Sunday, the dog came up to them and sat down.
Carrie stroked it behind the ears as Geoff put a leash round its neck. The dog didn’t object, and when they moved, contentedly trotted along beside them.
Once home, the dog stood patiently as if waiting to be told where to go. A bowl of water was put down for it, together with a dish of chicken and rice. There was no gluttonish gulping of a starving animal, just a gentle and somewhat dignified feeding.
They went into the lounge and turned on the TV, the dog curling up on the hearth, falling instantly asleep.
‘What do you think?’ Carrie said.
‘I don’t know. We’ll take him to the vet tomorrow to see if he’s chipped and try to trace the owner.’
‘He’s kinda cute isn’t he. If no-one claims him, would you be interested in keeping him?’
‘Yeah. I think so. We’ve been without a dog for four years now, so maybe it’s time. Don’t get your hopes up though.’
The vet beamed when he saw them and said how glad he was they’d got another dog.
Geoff tried to explain the situation but the stethoscope was out and the vet was giving the animal a full check over.
‘Beautiful! In good health too. Excellent choice! What’s his name?’
‘Bruce!’ they said in unison.
‘Let’s just check for the chip for our records so that you can re-register him.’
The wand blipped and the vet punched the details into the computer.
‘Oh!’ he exclaimed.
Carrie and Geoff’s hearts plummeted as they realised they’d have to part with him.
‘I see you’ve already done it! He’s a lucky boy. I’ll give him a booster inoculation then see you in twelve months for his annual shots.’
He pinched the ruff for the injections and the dog didn’t flinch.
Carrie and Geoff looked confused, then relieved.
Sure enough, the chip paperwork showed them as the legal owners of ‘Bruce’, the date upon which was the first time he’d followed them home.