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- Honey
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This short story was written for the 750 Word Project 2024 and the Valentine's Day Story Contest 2024. It is completely non-erotic.
Honey
I got a good scent (the scent of a bloodhound they say), and I could smell it -- my days were numbered.
But don't you worry about me. I'm satisfied with where my life has taken me. I lived it fully and filled it with love. I was not worried about me, but I was worried about someone else: my main squeeze Pat.
How could that man survive without me? Who'd give him his daily dose of love when I'm gone? I hadn't given it much thought before because he's always had me. But now that I was at the edge of death, the notion that he would be without my love weighed heavy on my heart. If I could howl in anguish I would, but I'm an old girl. I didn't have the strength to howl. I'd live forever for him if I could, but that's out of the question. What then could I do?
Well, I had a plan. A plan to get him someone to replace me when I'm gone so that he'd keep getting his well-deserved doses of love. And I knew just the place to find her: The Park.
If it's a sunny Sunday, she'd be at the park sitting by the duck pond, her nose buried in a book. And today was a sunny Sunday.
And who is she, you ask?
Well, she is Layla, a human just like Pat. Importantly, one that I could trust to give Pat his daily dose of love.
Why her, precisely?
Well, know that I didn't pick her out of the blue. Layla is special. Whenever we'd encounter her at the park, she'd give me a pet and a treat, and then she'd give Pat a beaming smile. She'd ask him how he's doing, and he'd ask her what book she's reading. And she'd twirl her hair and Pat would fidget, and they'd laugh. Most notably, their scents would change in the unmistakable way humans changed their scents when they desired to give each other love. The tragedy, however, is that initiating human love required a social deftness neither Pat nor Layla seemed to possess. So, though they desired to give each other love, neither had it in them to ask the other for it. It was up to me then.
I jawed my leash and hobbled over to Pat. He gave me his patented ear scratch. "Hey, Honey girl. You wanna go to the park?"
I let my tongue loll, which he had learned to mean 'heck yes.'
The park is my favorite place in the world. Pigeons, ducks, and squirrels galore. Ponds and creeks, and sticks enough for a lifetime. But today I had to resist the urge to imbibe. Today I was on a very important mission: get Layla.
Sure enough, there she was down by the duck pond, nose in book. I went towards her. Pat pulled on the leash. "Honey, no. This way."
We never went straight to the duck pond. That's where we finished our walk. But not today. Today, I couldn't risk her leaving early. Too much was at stake. I didn't know how much longer I had yet to live, only that it wasn't long. I yanked on the leash hard and when I pulled free, I flew to Layla as best as my old bones could carry me.
Layla yelped and fell off the bench as I pounced upon her. I pinned her and licked her face viciously. Pat arrived just in the nick of time.
I learned from "The TV" that one common method humans employ to get their love interest to fall in love with them is to rescue them from a vicious predator. That was my strategy: get Pat to rescue Layla from a vicious predator (me). And he performed marvelously.
To my delight, Layla joined us on our walk after the rescue. Then she joined us for coffee at Pat's favorite café, then ice cream after that. A few days later, Pat cooked her a lovely dinner, and she stayed the night. Their scents went wild with love. By all accounts, mission accomplished.
Before long, my vision fogged up completely, I couldn't get out of bed without help, and I could barely swallow my food. What can I say? My days are numbered. But I'm not afraid of death. I lived a full life, and now that Pat had Layla to give him his daily dose of love, I could die a happy dog.
The End
It was a quickie, but I hope you enjoyed it! Anyhow, here's a song I like:
Man of the Hour - Norah Jones
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months ago1) What a beautiful story!!!
2) I laughed so hard when I saw you tagged this story “doggy-style”!!!! 😂😂😂
Anonymous8 months agoLovely! Thank you so much for sharing. Please keep on writing, you are one of the best! Thank you again.
Trionyxabout 1 year agoWe have a winnah!
Oh, wait. This wasn’t a contest but of all the 750s I have read to date, this was the best. Thank you.
dontyouwishyouknewabout 1 year agoYou packed a lot into these 750 words, along with a very interesting twist (dog's point of view). I salute your talent!
TarnishedPennyabout 1 year agoLovely in its simplicity, its warmth and its love. I regret I am limited to five stars.
lilshymynxabout 1 year agoThis is just so adorably sweet. I don't know what else to say about it, and maybe that's all that needs to be said. Thank you so much for sharing it!
Anonymousabout 1 year agoHalfway through before realizing that it was a dog story, I realized that this was good, and getting better. Loved it!
FifthEstateabout 1 year agoSublime! I’ve been curious to read some of your work, but hadn’t until now. 750 words seemed like an easy intro…I’ll definitely be going back for more. Fantastically creative idea and executed to perfection. Five big ⭐️ for a short story! Love dogs!
Lady__Labout 1 year agoGod, that was brutal and beautiful. Lucky the human who has the love of a wonderful dog. Rest in peace, Honey!
L.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoBuggar you made me leak out of my eyes and now I have this damn cold,bloody sniffles!
FranziskaSissyabout 1 year agojackie …..its all about love , unconditional love, for every being ….. its a rare gift and yeah those without greed, beings mostly walking on four legs spreading this love unconditional ….. we humans have to learn , to open our hearts and souls , no we are not hopeless but we are blinded easily
And everyone ever has experienced this unconditional feline love is now having a teary eye
Thank you sweet girl JOH 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝✨🌸☘️
Anonymousabout 1 year agoTo the author; you lowlife mother fucker. No self respecting man should be reduced to tears by something like this first thing in the morning. I hope you're happy. Cheese Louis, this about ripped my guts out. Short story. Incredibly well done, you asshole.
NoLongerAnonabout 1 year agoI'm not a dog person, but this was a wonderful inventive short story about selfless love. It brought a tear to my eye, because it resonated with something in my own life.
Dessertmanabout 1 year agoA lovely short story. I also stopped having pets, in my case cats, once I decided they might outlive me.
Flamethrowabout 1 year agoWe lost our 18 year-old rescue dog recently and I am in tears thinking about what she was thinking in her last days. Beautiful.
proseinagardenabout 1 year agoI love doggy narrator stories. This one was so cute. Reminds me of art of racing in the rain. Adorable! Good going Honey girl!
AnotherChapterabout 1 year agoIn our 52 years of marriage we hav only been without a dog for three years. All of them were uniquely a part of our family and gave us their love and devotion, as we did for them. This was a fine ode to that special relationship. Thank you.*****
Fandeborisabout 1 year agoI paraphrase. No greater love than this who gives her love for her owner.
It was definitely a tissue moment.
Thanks
Take care
Dukaaabout 1 year agoSuch a lovely piece of art. Coming home after a long day reading this made me both smile and shed a tear. It's those small moments that make life worth living.
metroalmaabout 1 year agoJackie OH Jackie you never fell to find just the right bite, the right way to frame the human condition. Another story worthy of your name
Migbirdabout 1 year agoLight hearted and so true about human pheromones/scent, our clumsiness around connecting and canine companionship. Recently lost our chocolate lab to old age; he cared so much for us and loved to take us for walks in our woods. By way, love Norah Jones. Still recall her winning 5 GRAMMY Awards in 2002.
Tail_Gunnerabout 1 year agoWonderful story! ... In every respect !
... I love these 750 word challenges. They force us, we writers, to be at our best: be concise, get right to the point. Not waste words.
... I love that you know to use a colon, not a simi-colon or a comma, at the end of line two. Good writing and good grammar ( except perhaps in dialogue ) are important, regardless of genre.
... I look forward to seeing all your new efforts; keep up the good work!
Levi
Tail_Gunnerabout 1 year ago`An absolutely amazing story! ... Five star in every respect.
.... I love these 750 challenges. Forces us, we writers, to strive for our best! ... No waste of words, be concise.
... I love that you knew to use a colon, not a simi-colon or a comma, on line two. Good writing, good grammar ( except maybe in dialogue ) is important in any genre.
... I always look forward to your effort. ... Keep up the good work!
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Levi
gunmakerabout 1 year agoThat is spot on. As an old man, I've watched so many pets cross over the rainbow bridge. Now I'll no longer get pets. I cannot bear to have them think I would leave them.
Marbury1803about 1 year agoBroke my heart, but in a good way. I lost my good boy last summer, after 13 excellent years. Reading this, I could feel his comforting presence next me as I sobbed quietly. Thank you.
onehitwandaabout 1 year agoThere must be a word for the ache this causes deep in me. I'm not a dog lover in general, but I have been lucky enough to know some one-in-a-million old dogs, one of whom I helped carry down to the sea for his last swim before he went to the big park in the sky.
I'm not crying. You're crying. Five stars, and you're not allowed to ever do this to me again.
