DOG PEOPLE • by Ian Rochford
Everyone agreed that James and Millicent Harrington in number twenty seven were a lovely couple. Their house was always clean and well-kept and their dogs were the same. All twenty of them. The high...
View ArticleINSIDE THE DOG • by Jill Kronstadt
I’m going to get inside that dog. That way I’ll know where to find him. He was the family dog and now he’s my father’s and my dog. My dad takes him everywhere. Mostly he just sits in the front seat of...
View ArticleINSIDE A DOG IT’S TOO GRIM TO READ • by Soren James
When she told me the dog was empty, I was shocked. “I fed him only this morning”, I insisted, “and he ate everything.” The vet lifted both halves of the dog in turn, shaking each open end over the...
View ArticleTHEY KEEP DOGS • by R. Y. Brockway
You can’t see the Bronsons’ place from the road since it’s tucked back behind the trees. But you know you’re getting close when you hear the barking. The Bronsons, they keep dogs. It wasn’t until this...
View ArticleTHE FATTEST DOG IN THE WORLD • by Cathy S. Ulrich
Your neighbor’s the one that starts the whole thing. He’s got a friend at the newspaper, he says, always on the lookout for human interest stories and your dog, he says, would fit the bill. But the...
View ArticleA HEART LIKE JASPER’S • by Alison Cooper
His big heart will be the death of him, but that doesn’t bother Jasper. He’s far too busy living life, and too in love with life to care. So when strangers on our street see him coming, they turn to...
View ArticleIN THE DOG PARK • by Edward Ashton
“Hey,” Max says. “Got some bad news. We’re shutting down.” I stare at him, slack-jawed. His tongue lolls out, and his tail gives a vigorous wag. “I hate to harsh your day,” he says, “but I thought you...
View ArticleBETTER HOMES AND CORGYN • by Philip Wentz
I had just decided the day couldn’t go on without another pot of Blackheart Vienna Roast when our dog Bogart walked in and announced, “Found the problem, finally, the baastads.” On any other occasion...
View ArticleTHE BASSET AND THE HARE • by Nathaniel Johnson
There once lived a lazy basset hound named Alexander who loved nothing better than eating, washing his paws, and daydreaming about chasing hares. Successfully snaring a hare, however, remained only a...
View ArticleDARK MEAT • by Chris Antenen
They chewed. Mouths closed, looking down, they chewed. Each had a fork poised, eyes on their plates, choosing the next bite. He was first, speared a large piece of stringy meat, and scraped it into his...
View ArticleTHE CALL • by Teresa Davis
The phone rang at 2:21 a.m. I will never forget it. One doesn’t forget moments like that. I had grown accustomed to your calls coming at odd hours, but we talked just yesterday. Even in my slumber, I...
View ArticleTAKE ME TO YOUR LITTER BOX • by Peter Wood
The phone meowed twice. It had never made that noise before. Why would anyone call at three a.m.? Eric picked it up, but there was nobody there. Mr. Ruffles stopped licking his fur and stood on his two...
View ArticleJUST FIREWORKS • by J. Chris Lawrence
— in memory of Antoinette Bolden — The Master didn’t play with Rocket as much as the dog preferred, but he knew he was loved. He was a good boy, after all. The Master said so. Every day, when The...
View ArticleCROW’S FEET IN THE SNOW • by Deven D Atkinson
The deputy said the snow where Uncle Jake had broken his neck is interesting. Over by Harper’s cabin a jay is harping and there are flashing red and blue LED lights on top of all of the sheriff cars...
View ArticleON IMPULSE • by Rita A. Popp
Gina knew trouble when she saw it: A black Lab mix nearly full grown and as unmanageable as her mop of blonde curls. But Lucifer was moments away from being put down at the pound where Gina...
View ArticleTHE OTHER SIDE OF PEPPER • by Kip Hanson
There’s a dog in the street. A cocker spaniel, I think. His head is flat and a tire track runs down the middle of his back. When Marilyn and I were first married, we rescued a cocker spaniel from the...
View ArticleBEYOND THE WORDS • by Clint Lowe
Fred sighed and rubbed the ball of fire in his lower back and opened the door. In the short term losing the job could be good for his back, no more hunching at a desk all day, but long term? He heard a...
View ArticleWHAT GOES UP • by JT Gill
We had a dog when I was six that could float. I was the first one to notice when it started. We were all sitting down to eat one night when I saw something black and shaggy hovering just above the...
View ArticleGOLDEN MORNING • by Dan Metzger
Butter sweats. Little force beyond gravity is needed to slice a pat. The knife the two men use seems to fall only through air. A bead of perspiration, its source his brow, follows the trail of its...
View ArticleSOMETHING NOT RIGHT • by Travis L. Jones
Asleep. Running. Chasing bushy-tail-nut-thing. It runs up leafy-tall-thing. STAY OUT OF PACK-PLACE! STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! Much fun to chase bushy-tails. Wait… Something Not Right. Must go back to...
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