Chapter 6: Pet Food

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Reads: 440
Comments: 6


Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard,

To fetch her poor dog a bone;

but when she got there

The cupboard was bare

And so the poor dog had none.


Old Mother Hubbard

Sat at her table

Ready to partake of her feast;

The dog saw her sit

And that was just it;

He turned in to a ravenous beast.


Pet Food.

She’d forgotten to buy it again, hadn’t she! Why was it so had to remember to buy Floss some food? It’s not as if she hadn’t stopped off at the store to stock up on her own supplies. Extra today because Richard was coming round and she wanted to make a good impression. They said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, so maybe if she put on a good enough spread, tonight might be the one where he proposes.

She found a few slices of stale bread and tossed them in the bowl for Floss. The dog chewed at them but made it clear that she was entirely unimpressed. What had happened to her usual tasty meal? This was by no means the first time it had happened. She was hungry, getting to be little more than skin and bone, but her owner seemed not to notice.

The smells that wafted from the kitchen were delicious. Floss had never been a dog to drool a lot but the aroma, together with her hunger, made it impossible not to. She sat outside the closed door and whimpered softly, but to no avail.

Her head moved from side to side, listening to the sounds of saucepans, bowls, crockery. Perhaps she was going to be in for a bit of a late treat. It certainly sounded as though there was a lot of cooking going on.

Her owner headed out of the kitchen, pulling the door shut behind her and went upstairs. Floss gave a wag of her tail but received not even a pat on the head. The dog felt as though somehow she had become invisible, and that hurt. The door-bell rang and she dutifully barked; her owner came downstairs, again ignoring her, and walked straight to the door.

A man, a stranger, followed her in. He gave Floss a wary gaze as he manoeuvred his way past. But they weren’t so careful, the kitchen door did not click shut. Floss could hear the noises, smell the food.....any minute now she’d be called in for her share. Her tail wagged in excitement, but as time passed it slowed, then stopped. Floss had been forgotten.

This was too much! Dry, stale bread for her while they sat in there feasting? No! She pushed against the door and it opened. They were so wrapped up in their food and themselves that they did not notice, not until Floss angrily leaped up on to the table.

Her hackles risen and drool dripping from her mouth, she made a ferocious sight. She growled and lunged and gobbled her way through the food on the plates, through the food not yet served. When her owner went to move something away, Floss snapped. Her hunger had got the better of her, and she would not back down until it was sated.

At last the table was cleared of food. Floss turned her growl in to no more than a grumble and let the diners move.

Richard spoke up at last. “What a poor dog? Look at it, all skin and bone. How could anyone do that to an animal.” He reached out a hand to her and Floss gave him a gentle lick, all the while eyeing her owner.

“Oh, absolutely.....” Her owner was going to make out that she was a stray. “I’d just let her in when you turned up, and was going to feed her later.”

For some reason the man seemed to believe her, and did not seem to be too put off by the ruined meal. “I love dogs,” he said. “And I love you, too. Will you marry me?”

Floss watched on, her hunger sated for now. Maybe he’d make sure the dog food was bought in future, along with the rest of the shopping. If not, there would at least now be two skeletons to gnaw on.





Submitted: April 04, 2018

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Mike S.

Smart doggie--excellent, Hull!

Wed, April 4th, 2018 5:39pm


Thanks, Mike. I'm still keeping them going. Thanks for sticking with it!

Wed, April 4th, 2018 10:50am


Donald Harry Roberts

I have seven dogs, most are rescues and believe me when it comes to food I DO NOT mess with was an inspiring tale . Thanks 22 well written....

Wed, April 4th, 2018 6:04pm


I used to have a German Shepherd that was I've got five cats that strayed here and stayed, going on for more than 3 and a half years now!
Glad you enjoyed the story.

Wed, April 4th, 2018 11:12am


Jeff Bezaire

Love that last line! A good bit of foreboding foreshadowing.
A great story told from a dog's POV, though you jump between the people and the animal flawlessly. What a despicable woman Floss' owner is! I like the unexpected compassion from Richard; it seemed at first that he might be opposed to dogs with how he warily eyed Floss, but his reaction to seeing the state Floss was in is a heartwarming moment.
The final paragraph really turns this story into something more than just a short story. It's a good warning, a morality tale, and also adds a touch of a Stephen King-like horror element to it. Well done, Hully! A great read!

Wed, April 4th, 2018 6:29pm


Sue Harris

Another great Nursery Crime, Hully! So pleased Floss had someone who would care for her properly. I admire your dedication to this... one a day is a tall order. Well done!

Wed, April 4th, 2018 7:30pm


Thank you, Sue. I doubt I'll be able to keep it up, but we'll see. Glad you enjoyed it, and I'd have never let Floss go hungry!

Wed, April 4th, 2018 12:35pm


Miss Midnight

I really don't like people that do this. Cats can fend for themselves, but a dog's borders end where the gate begins. Smart dog, lol. Great Piece!

Thu, April 5th, 2018 3:11am


Thanks, Miss M. I was kind of worried that this didn't really fit in with the others.....

Thu, April 5th, 2018 1:45am


Markie Bee

I like this one. I would love to read what would happen if Floss didn't get feed by it's new owner. LOL. Love the last paragraph

Thu, April 5th, 2018 11:17am


Well, thanks, Markie Bee. I was a bit worried this one didn't really fit.

Thu, April 5th, 2018 6:00am

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