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You Closed The Door And Left Me In the Snow

When I was a puppy you rescued me and told me how much you loved me.  You brought me home and then chained me outside.  You fed me table scraps and cheap dog food and when it was hot outside you often forgot to fill my water bowl.  I still loved you and hoped you would play with me, maybe throw a ball, or take me for a walk but you did not.

When you kicked me because I jumped up on you trying to show you my love you never took me to the vet and now I walk with a limp.  You took me for a ride one day and I was so happy, but you left me on a dirt road on a cold and snowy November night.

I found my way home to tell you I was sorry for whatever I did.  I barked at your door and when you opened the door I gave you my best happy look.  You closed the door and left me in the snow.  I don’t understand why you can’t love me.

I slept under the porch that night.  It was cold and the dirt damp, the wind blew hard all night and snow drifts were building up around the house.  I could hear you walking on the floor and I heard you pull out a chair to sit at the kitchen for dinner.

I slept under the porch that night.  It was cold and the dirt damp, the wind blew hard all night and snow drifts were building up around the house.  I could hear you walking on the floor and I heard you pull out a chair to sit at the kitchen for dinner.  The smell of food drifted to my nose, the hunger ate away at me and ice caked on my coat, but you didn’t seem to care.

It was a long cold winter, one filled with cold and hunger.  Loneliness filled my heart wishing for just a petting or a kind word to know that someone cared.  I hung on during the cold freezing nights often wanting to let go and be free of the misery of a loveless life.  What did I do to you that you would toss me out in the cold and forget me.

It was late winter.  I woke to find the sky was cloudless and clear.  I could feel the warmth of the sun and I crawled out from under the house to go to the creek for water and maybe find something to eat.  In the distance I could hear laughter and another dog barking.  They were by the creek playing and the he was sharing his food with the dog.  I timidly walked over wagging my tail, and the boy reached out with food.  It was so good, then he reached down and rubbed my head and knelt to hold me, tears filled his eyes.  He cared about me and I knew that he would take me home and never close the door leaving me out in the cold.  He even gave me a name, Fluffy, for my long hair.

Point Of View

So many dogs are adopted then abandoned, left to their own devices totally unprepared to deal with life on the streets.  My daddy and his brothers went to that house and banged on the door telling the owner to never go near the dog again.  He lived with us for many years staying with my daddy after I was gone.  Fluffy was never far from my daddy.  They could always be found on the front porch, daddy carving something with his knife, and Fluffy asleep by his chair.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

5 COMMENTS

  1. Larry,I love this. Although it did make me cry!
    This is unfortunately reality for lots of dogs.
    I know not all have a happy ending like this one and it just breaks my heart. Thank you for bringing this to our attention..praying it will make a difference for abandoned dogs and other animals out there.

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