Dog Days

by Jun the Writer


Dog days. Dog days. Oh, but we’re all dogs on the inside right?

Though far are we in the lineage of the canines, we share with them a few things – our love of the outdoors, a penchant for mischief, and of course, our love of companionship.

Here’s to our dog days, my loves. I pat my two dogs lovingly; I just got them today and they’re a bit shy, but I can already see that we’re going to get along swimmingly.

Mickey’s a blonde retriever – he has a habit of fetching things, even those that don’t belong to him and that’s why he was sent to the pound. He’s a handsome specimen of the dog race and his posture shows that despite his miscreant behavior, he comes from a dignified lineage. Perhaps his papa dog and mama dog were royal breeds?

I can sympathize with Mickey a lot. My parents left me before I got to know them. For all I know, they may be a king and  a queen as well? But that doesn’t matter anymore; I’ve made a name for myself and people are just dying to meet me.

Sara’s my other dog. She’s a mutt with brown fur and she’s terrible at being a dog. I keep her around for Mickey because I think he fancies her, but she ain’t no hound dog. Not a tracker either. She barks loudly though and that gives me a bit of a peace of mind when night falls.

And of course, there’s Samedi – my first hound. I feel bad for him cause I keep him locked up in a cage unlike Mickey and Sara. He’s not friendly anymore. I think he’s just jealous cause I tend to play with Sara and Mickey these days, but I can’t help it. He’s old and more activity’s just going to hurt him, right?

Mickey licks my feet and it tickles me. I give him a kiss on the nose and let him sit by my side. Sara eyes me like she always does and she sets her head on my lap. I pat her lightly and tell her what a good girl she is.

“Today’s the last day we will play, my loves,” I whisper the words to Sara. Mickey arches his head and looks at me – a visible sadness in his eyes. “They’re going to take you away from me.”

I hear the rattling of a cage outside. Samedi howls and yelps, and I tell him to be quiet. “Oh, pipe down you old dog. They’re going to take you away too so quit being sad.”

I pat Sara’s head lovingly and give her a kiss on the nose. “I love you Sara. You and Mickey, and even cranky old Samedi who gets on my nerves. I shall miss all of you, my lovely dogs. I hope you miss me too.”

I hear the police sirens blare outside, and ready myself for the inevitable. I move Mickey and Sara to the back of the house. I don’t want to them to see all the ruckus after all. I am their master and the last image I want them to remember is a dignified and loving one.

“Open the door!” The policeman outside yells. The old oak of a door will hold up for a while I think, judging by how hard he’s banging on it. 

“Pierce! I found the teenager! He’s locked up and gagged in a cage!” Another one yells. The banging stops and I hear terrified gasps from the coppers. Seems like they found old Samedi.

“I haven’t groomed him in a while. I’m sorry if he looks like a mess.” I yell at the door. The banging starts again, and I feel it getting stronger.

“No time like the present to live out your dog days.” I whisper to myself. I ready my shotgun and aim it towards the door.

A crash! A boom! Splinters fly everywhere, followed by flesh and bone. The policeman drops dead, and a bullet lodges into my chest and leg. The pain is excruciating, but I manage to blow of the second cop’s head off.

“Dog days. Dog days.” The blood is making it hard for me to say it, but I need to say it one more time for Mickey and Sara. I crawl over to where the two of them are chained, and point the shotgun at them.

“Let’s go, my loves.” I reload and all I need is to pull the trigger, but their eyes…their eyes of pain and sorrow. Something…human about them.

A hail of bullets erupts behind me and then, darkness. 

 

 

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