OldMan Zeke
2007-10-29 23:16:01 UTC
THE LITTLE WHITE DOG
There was an old woman who had no family still living. Her only friend
was a little white dog who went everywhere with her - with one
exception. The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and after the old
woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm
coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a
throw rug.
The woman wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became
frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little
white dog and he would lick it reassuringly. One night the woman was
reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and
pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental patient had
wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was
dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who
had lived alone. The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but
she was frightened, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached
down to where the little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet
tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and
left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settled in
comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the
open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the
coals and wagging his tail.
Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand...
Happy Halloween 2 th gp
There was an old woman who had no family still living. Her only friend
was a little white dog who went everywhere with her - with one
exception. The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and after the old
woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm
coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a
throw rug.
The woman wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became
frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little
white dog and he would lick it reassuringly. One night the woman was
reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and
pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental patient had
wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was
dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who
had lived alone. The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but
she was frightened, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached
down to where the little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet
tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and
left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settled in
comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the
open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the
coals and wagging his tail.
Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand...
Happy Halloween 2 th gp