tiffany and her dog

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Submitted: June 23, 2018

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TIFFANY AND HER DOG

By Chris Eugene Clarkson

 

Tiffany was having a great day. It was the

first Saturday of summer vacation, and she was

spending the day with her new dog, Rusty. Her

mother helped her as she learned to care for

Rusty, and now trusted her alone with the dog.

Tiffany finished her lunch, then fed Rusty dog

food.

“How would you like to go for a walk?” Tiffany

asked. Rusty pricked up his ears at the word

“WALK.” Rusty barked once and wagged his tail.

Tiffany guessed that meant “YES.” She was

laughing and reached for Rusty’s leash. Outside,

Tiffany played “RUN AND FETCH,” first with a

frisbee, then with a ball. Rusty could catch the

frisbee in his mouth right out of the air. It was a

game that Rusty could play forever. When Tiffany

tried the game using a ball, Rusty wouldn’t let

go of the ball. Rusty carried it into the doghouse

that Tiffany’s mother built. Finally, Tiffany

attached the leash to Rusty’s collar, and they left

the yard. Walking down Washington Avenue, they

met Mrs. McCutcheon, the reference librarian at

the library.

“Hello, Tiffany,” said Mrs. McCutcheon. “How

are you today?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” said Tiffany. “This is my

dog, Rusty.” Rusty barked once and wagged his

tail. Mrs. McCutcheon knelt down and patted his

fur. Rusty raised his paw to “SHAKE HANDS”---

the only trick that the dog had learned so far.

Mrs. McCutcheon shook Rusty’s paw and said

good-bye to Tiffany. Tiffany walked down

Washington Avenue to West Madison Avenue.

Next, she and Rusty approached the Blue Door

Tavern, where she and her mother sometimes ate.

There, Tiffany met two more library staff

members, Ms. Marshall, and Mrs. Keller.

“Why, Tiffany Charysse Overstreet!” Mrs.

Keller said. “You have a cute dog. What’s the dog’s

name?”

“My dog’s name is Rusty,” said Tiffany. “I’ve

had Rusty for three weeks. Do either of you have a

dog?”

“I do,” answered Mrs. Keller.

“I have a dog and a cat,” said Ms. Marshall.

“That’s very nice,” said Tiffany. “Say good-bye,

Rusty.” Rusty barked and wagged his tail. Tiffany

and Rusty walked down West Madison Avenue

past the Robert Francis Kennedy High School

football field where Tiffany released Rusty from

the leash. Rusty joyfully took off running, with

Tiffany close behind. They ran all over the football

field, around the track, up and down the steps,

and over to the grass where they lay panting and

laughing. At least Tiffany was laughing, and as

Rusty barked, his tongue was hanging out. It

looked like Rusty was probably laughing too.

Finally, they were rested. Tiffany put Rusty’s

leash back on him and they walked down North

Jackson Avenue. At the corner of Jackson and

West Clinton Street, they saw an African

American man dressed very strangely. He

wore a skirt, Birkenstock sandals, a black T-shirt

with LIFE SUCKS in orange and green Gothic

letters, and a straw hat. His long, gray hair was in

a ponytail down his back, and he was carrying a

lady’s purse.

“Cute dog,” said the man as he slowly walked

past.

“The dog’s name is Rusty,” said Tiffany, just

before she remembered she was not supposed to

talk to strangers. The man stopped.

“Is that so?” asked the man. “What’s your

name?”

“Mine’s Tiffany,” she answered him. “What’s

yours?” The man muttered something Tiffany

couldn’t hear as he bent down and tried to pat

Rusty who backed away and growled.

“RUSTY!” said Tiffany. “BAD DOG!” Rusty

put his ears down and his tail between his legs

and hid behind Tiffany.

“That’s odd,” said Tiffany. “Rusty doesn’t

usually do that.” Tiffany’s voice died away as she

noticed a strange fact. The purse said KATIE.

“Uh, who’s Katie?” Tiffany asked.

“She’s my wife,” growled the man. “You ask a

lot of questions.” Rusty growled again and began

to bark furiously. Suddenly, Tiffany felt afraid. In

the distance, a tall woman dressed athletically

was running and waving her arms. The man

looked uneasy and began to back away, clutching

the purse.

“MY KEYS!” cried the woman. “MY VISA!

TIFFANY OVERSTREET! GET THE POLICE!

STOP THAT MAN. HE’S GOT MY PURSE!”

“Oh, Ms. Rudisill?” asked Tiffany. “Is your

first name Katie?”

“Yes!” yelled the woman as she ran past.

Tiffany ran too, yelling “RUSTY!” at the top of her

voice. But Rusty was far ahead, and oh my! The

man had run into the library, and Rusty was right

behind him! Tiffany ran as fast as her legs

allowed her. Inside the library, all was chaos.

Mrs. Belmont, the audio-visual librarian, was

screaming!

“GET THE LIBRARY SECURITY!” yelled

Christine.

“STOP THAT MAN!” said Ms. Rudisill.

“RUSTY!” yelled Tiffany as she snapped her

Fingers. Rusty had caught up with the thief. The

dog made one huge leap and sunk his teeth into

the man’s skirt! As the man tried to turn around,

he tripped over a rack of DVDs and compact discs

which flew everywhere! Ms. Belmont pulled

herself to full height.

“DOGS AREN’T ALLOWED IN THIS

LIBRARY!” Ms. Belmont said in a loud,

unfriendly voice. “GET YOUR DOG OUT OF

HERE!” There was a loud whistle; someone had

called the police. Mr. Jefferson, the security

guard, arrived, pulled the thief to his face, and

handcuffed him to a center pole. Rusty was

barking happily. Everybody was milling and

talking. Mrs. Marshall and Ms. Keller came out of

the children’s department.

“WELL!” Mrs. Marshall exclaimed. “NOW

I’VE SEEN EVERYTHING!” Ms. Rudisill

grabbed her purse from where it fell when Rusty

bit the thief. She took a HUGE swing and hit the

man on the head with it.

“HERE!” cried Mr. Jefferson. “NONE OF

THAT! YOU CAN’T HIT HIM EVEN IF HE’S A

THIEF!”

“HMPF!” snorted Ms. Rudisill. She began

searching the milling crowd for Tiffany.

“Tiffany Overstreet!” Ms. Rudisill cried.

“Thanks for going after the man who stole my

purse!”

“Don’t thank me,” puffed Tiffany, who was

fighting her way through the crowd. “Thank my

dog Rusty.”

“Oh, I will,” laughed Ms. Rudisill. “If I can

ever reach the dog.” Someone had lifted Rusty

onto a library table. Even Ms. Belmont had

softened. She gave Rusty a graham cracker saved

from her lunch. The police arrived, and took the

thief away.

“He never told his name,” said Tiffany.

“Rusty caught the library thief,” said Mr.

Jefferson. “Rusty deserves a reward.”

“So does Tiffany, who’s going to be in my sixth

grade class this fall,” said Ms. Rudisill as she

reached in her purse and handed Tiffany a $20

bill.

“Oh, thank you!” Tiffany cried. “But it’s really

Rusty who stopped the thief.”

“What does Rusty like?” asked Ms. Belmont.

Tiffany thought for a moment. Then her eyes lit

up.

“Rusty likes doggie biscuits,” said Tiffany. “I

give them to him when he does a trick.”

“Rusty shall have some,” said Ms. Belmont,

patting Rusty on the head. “We’ll send a large box

of doggie biscuits to your house.”

“Thank you,” said Tiffany. “Rusty, say

THANK YOU!” Rusty barked twice. It really

sounded like “THANK YOU.” Everyone laughed.

“Come on, Rusty,” said Tiffany. “Let’s go home

and tell my mother what happened.” Everyone

followed outside calling “GOOD-BYE!” and “SEE

YOU LATER!” Ms. Rudisill walked away with

Tiffany.

“Thanks for chasing the thief,” said Ms.

Rudisill. “It’s worth $20 to me. If he’d gotten

away, he might’ve stolen my credit cards!”

“But Rusty stopped him,” insisted Tiffany.

“Yes, and I love him for it!” Ms. Rudisill said

as she kissed Rusty on the head. “Good-bye,

Rusty.” Rusty woofed “GOOD-BYE” and wagged

his tail.

“We have a great story to tell,” said Tiffany.

“Let’s go home. You’re such a fine dog, Rusty.

“You’re a great pet, and I love you.”

“WOOF!” Rusty said.

 

This story is dedicated to the Upper Arlington Public Library staff members, the Grandview Heights Public Library staff members, and the Bexley Public Library staff members who enjoy dogs a lot. ©2011 by Chris Clarkson


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