A Dog's Tail

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story for children, based on my own dogs, most of it is non-fiction, with a tad of fiction thrown in. It's about a fierce dog, at least he thinks he is, his bark is worse than his bite, for I have never seen him bite anyone.

Submitted: May 17, 2007

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A Dog's Tail

By Sherry Webb

 

 

 

It was a moonless, stormy night, lightening, thundering, and pouring buckets of rain.  You could hardly see your own hand before your face, yet the old stable man, of the manor, had to brave the nasty weather, to gather all the livestock, and get them comfortably into their stalls.  For this task, he had the master's trusty and able Bouvier Des Flandres.  He was a fine herding dog, and enjoyed his work, no matter the weather.  He was as happy herding or lying at his master's feet, in front of a roaring fire in the hearth.  His name was Kirbee, pitch black was he, and a credit to his breed, and he did his job well.  So the stable man and Kirbee set out into the storm, to gather the livestock.  Once inside their stalls, the livestock were feed and dry, and with their belly's full, and warm, they soon fell asleep, without a care in the world, even though the storm was raging outside.  Now Kirbee wasn't the only Bovier, the master owned, Kirbee had been a loyal and faithful companion to the master, and five years earlier the master decided that he would like to have another, for he had no children and very few friends.  But he didn't want just any old Bovier, so he decided he would breed Kirbee with a female of quality stock, and thus has his pick of the litter.  In the end he had father and son.  The turned out to be like oil and water, always getting into fights, to prove their dominance.  Son against his own father, and there was no real winner, most of the fights were of no great importance, except envy, and jealously.  Who would sleep on the master's bed, or lie at his feet.  But soon, Sinbad, the son, began to out weigh his father, and was able to win the fights.  He had a mind of his own. He was willful, growled at strangers.  He thought he was all that, and a box of milkbones.  He was the biggest and scariest dog in all the land.  Nothing could scare Sinbad, and then the storm hit.  It turns out he was very, very terrified of storms.  He his under the blankets of his master's bed, shivering, and trembling.  The biggest, scariest dog, in all the land, it turns out, is one very big scared baby. 

 


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