Winston

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Winston is a Southern Bulldog, who finds more than trouble.

Submitted: December 09, 2011

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Submitted: December 09, 2011

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Winston

 

 

"No Winston! No baby, come here.  Oh, see darlin', you ought not get so excited. You fall down when you do that, you clumsy ole thing. Hold, up baby. Here now.  Let me get that phone."  "Hello.” "Hey Darla." "Well, hey there Bill. How are you?"  "Not so good, Darla. That dog of yours, what's his name?"  "Winston, Bill. His name is Winston. And you know that, Bill. Why, you've been yelling at him for years Bill, for this or that or the other." "Yea, that mongrel."  "Well, there's no need to start name callin', Bill. He's a good dog, and he's my dear friend, Bill." "Darla, he's a mongrel, because he's always ruining my yard!  Every day, Darla. Little stud piles of freshly made doggie left overs. And it stinks, Darla!"  "I'm sorry, Bill. I don't understand that. Winston never does that to Mrs. Johnson's yard."  "That's because he does it in my yard, Darla!  And I want it to stop!"  " I know, Bill.  I've tried to stop him, and I even put up that fence to keep him in my yard, you know that, Bill. But, still somehow he gets out, and over to your yard.  I'll come over and clean it up right now, Bill. Give me just a minute."  "Please do, Darla and keep that thing on a chain if you have to." "Ok, Bill. I'll keep a closer eye on him. Bye, now. Bill?"

 

"Winston, did you hear that?  That was Bill, Winston, and he's mad at you again. Winston, why do you just got to get out of that fence somehow, and go over in Bill's yard, old Son? You can barely walk without trippin' over yourself or fallin' down, but somehow you manage to get over that fence and into Bills yard and do your business. Boy, if you don't stay out of his yard, I'm going to have whoop you.  You hear? You want a whoopin'?"

 

"Dang, Winston, there's that phone again.  I'd better get it. Move now. Go sit down in bed, and be a good boy." "Hello?"  "Darla?"  "Yes, who's callin' please?"  "Darla, it's me. Mrs. Johnson."  "Oh, hi Mrs. Johnson. How are you?" "Not so good, Darla. That dog of yours, what's his name?"  "Oh, his name is Winston, Mrs. Johnson, and he's a good dog.  He's my dear friend…"  "Well, that dog of yours has been under my chair." "Underwear?" "Under my Chair!" "Under your chair?" "Yes, under my chair, Darla. And I'm not happy about it, Darla.  Not one little bit."  "Well Mrs. Johnson, how do you know that my Winston's been under your chair?"  "He's been under my chair Darla, and it's got to stop! … This morning I went out on my porch to sit in my chair and I noticed some little dirty doggie foot prints leading right to my chair… and I don't like talking about this Darla, but do you know what was under my chair, Darla?"  "No Mrs. Johnson, what was under your chair this morning?" "Now, I don't want you saying anything to anyone about this, Darla… You hear me?  You keep this hushed, but I found a hat, under -  my - chair!"  "A hat, Mrs. Johnson?"  "Yes, Darla, a hat.”  " Well, Mrs.  Johnson, why on earth would Winston put a hat under your chair?"  "Darla, it's the hat the Mr. Johnson gave me….  The one that I "lost"…. remember that hat? That dog of yours keeps finding it. And bringing it back, every time I lose it again, Darla. And, it's got to stop." "Well, Mrs. Johnson how on earth do you keep losing your hat, and why wouldn't you want Winston to find it and bring it back?" "Darla, I said for you to keep this hushed up. So, just you be a nice dear, and keep this all to yourself, you hear me? And keep that dog of yours on a leash, or something." “Yes, Mrs. John……… Mrs. Johnson?" 

"Winston… did you hear that.  That was Mrs. Johnson, Winston, and she's mad at you again… Winston, why do you just got to get out of that fence somehow, and go over in Mrs. Johnson's yard, old friend? You can hardly walk without trippin' over yourself or fallin' down, but somehow you manage to get over that fence and into Mrs. Johnson's yard and find her hat. And then lay it out under her Chair! Boy, if you don't stay out of her yard, I'm going to have whoop you…  You hear me? You want a woopin'?"

 

"Now, who could that be, Winston? I better get that, before that phone just rings off the hook and onto the floor, boy."  "Hello?"  "Darla, this is Mrs. Godner…"  “Hi, Mrs. Godner, how are you?"  "Not good, Darla….That dog of yours, what's his furry name?" "Winston, Mrs.  Godner… His name is Winston, and as popular as he is this morning, I thought you'd know his name."  "What?" "Oh, nothing Mrs. Godner.  Is there somethin' the matter?"  "Yes, as a matter of fact, there most certainly is somethin' the matter.  That dog of yours is the matter… "He's mean, and sneaky. He pulled up my pink flamingo! And left it laying in the drive way!  I just know he is being mean, 'cause he likes being mean! Because he's got a wild streak, as long as the Mississippi. And that pudgy face of his is pure evil…  I'll say it.”  "Oh, no Ma'am, Mrs. Godner, Winston's a joyful dog. He's got a happy spirit, and I know he wouldn't be mean on purpose, Mrs. Johnson… I just know it… Winston just carries on sometimes, because he's a good boy who likes to have fun… But, he isn't mean, Mrs. Godner.”  “Well, I think he is, and it's just got to stop.  I have put my pink flamingo out at least once a week for what seems like the whole year.  And it's just got to stop…" "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry Mrs. Godner, I'll…….  Mrs. Godner?" 

"Winston… did you hear that?  That was Mrs. Godner, Winston, and she's mad at you again… Winston, why do you just got to get out of that fence somehow, and go over in Mrs. Godner's yard, old flamingo puller, you..? You can barely walk without trippin' over yourself or fallin' down, but somehow you manage to get over that fence and into Mrs. Godner's yard and pull up her pink flamingo! And leave it in the driveway, Winston!  What's gotten into you, boy?  I'll tell you a secret; I don't much care for that flamingo either, but if that's what Mrs. Godner likes, well. Who's to say its wrong?  Boy, if you don't stop pulling up her flamingo, I'm going to have whoop you…  You hear, dog? You want a woopin'?"

 

 

"Well, Winston, would you listen at that.  If that phone rings one more time, I'm going to scratch your eyes out, just like an old cat. You hear me, Winston?"  "Hello?"  "Oh, hey Bobby.  How are you?"  "Very well, thank you Darla. I'm well. How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine Bobby, thank you. But, but my dog, what's his name over there, is trying to get in a heap trouble this morning. And if he keeps on, him and I are going heals…"  "Oh, well I'm sorry 'bout that, Darla.  And that's kind a funny, Darla. That's why I was calling. It's seems that your dog, what's his name?"  "Winston."  "Yea, Winston…. So. I …… when I went out to get the paper this Morning, Darla… there was your dog Winston, just sitting out there in the front yard, like a statue, staring at my front door..  So I walked over there to see what was up. When I got close to your dog, he took off, but where he'd been, there on the ground, was a small collection of some things. There was a baseball glove, a cap. A baseball. And there was a name written on the glove.  The name is David Long.”  "Oh, yea that's Tim's boy.  Tim and his wife Sherry are dear finds of mine.  We've been friends for a long time, and David left some of his stuff over here the other day, while they were visiting.”  "Well, Darla, there's more.”  "There's more?"  "Yea, there's this baseball schedule for little league. It's got all the games and dates listed on it.  It's got your name on it… So, I figured out that, obviously it's yours. So, I thought I'd call and… so I could return it.” "Well, Bobby, I thank you… That ole dog of mine, what's his name over there, is gonna be in so much trouble!  Hey, Bobby, I'm sorry about that. I'll come over there if you like, and pick it up. I wouldn't want to ask you to bring it to me.” "No, no. I don't mind at all. Besides, I love baseball."  "You do?"  "Yea, I used to play second base when I was a kid.” "Well, Bobby…..” “Yes, Darla?"  "Bobby, I'm normally very cautious about this kind of thing, but I've been invited to one of David's game this Saturday, and how'd you like to come along?"  "I'd love to!  Thanks so much for asking. I'd enjoy that very much.., Darla."  "Me too.  I don't know what to say though, about my dog Winston.  He's been behaving crazy; it's just got to stop."  "That's OK, Darla. I'm glad I found him out there in my yard, this morning…Some things just happen seemingly without reason."  "Yea, it would seem so. …………. Bye, Bobby. I'll see you Saturday."  "Bye, Darla. I look forward to it."

 

“Winston… did you hear that?  That was Bobby, Winston, and he's a good looking bachelor… and he's … and what the devil do you think you're doing, dragging David's stuff over there, Winston? Why do you just got to get out of that fence somehow, and go over in folks' yard, you ole short stop? You can barely walk without trippin' over yourself or fallin' down, but somehow you manage to get over that fence and into Bobby's yard and start who knows what! Boy, if you don't stay out of his yard, I'm going to have ta see him more often… to clean up your messes!"  ……..  "Good boy, Winston…  Good Boy….."

 

 

Bobby R Potter


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