Charlie: A Dog's Story
written by Beatrix Hugh
Charlie and Jenny are best friends forever...
Last Updated
05/31/21
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1
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626
Charlie
Chapter 1
I woke up with a start. Looking up, I saw Jenny laying down on her bed, shaking. Another flash of lightning appeared, and I started. I jumped up next to her and wormed under her blanket. She grinned and stroked my fur. “Good boy, Charlie. It’s just a bit of thunder.” She pulled me close, and we fell asleep, lost in dreams.
The next morning, I woke up. The sky outside was clear, and Jenny was no longer in her bed. I jumped out of the bed and trotted downstairs. Jenny was eating breakfast by the counter. “Morning, Char!” she said cheerfully. She patted my head. Her mom grabbed a bowl and filled it with dog food. I started eating as soon as she set it on the floor.
“That’s right, Char, eat up,” said the mother. I finished eating, and Jenny’s mom opened the back door so I could go outside. I did my business and then ran around a bit, snapping at squirrels. After a few minutes, Jenny came outside and played with me, throwing a ball so I could bring it back to her.
We played until lunch, and Jenny had to go back inside again. I laid down in my doghouse and relaxed, watching the birds fly by. I heard some yelling in Jenny’s house, but I didn’t dwell on it. Jenny came back out. Her face was tear-stained, and she had a fake smile. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but owners never seem to understand me, so I barked, letting her know I was happy to see her.
A day later, a large truck backed into our driveway, with the words “DOG POUND” on it, so I did my duties as the guard dog and barked as loud as I could. Jenny came out of the house and grabbed my collar gently. She was crying.
The mother thanked the truck driver and beckoned me over. I followed, because I was an obedient dog. A scary-looking man came out of the truck and grabbed me, stuffing me in a cage. What? I thought rapidly. W-what did I do? Was I a bad dog? Jenny! Jenny!
Jenny only cried and waved to me. I barked loudly, telling them that I did not like this. They ignored me and went back into the house. The truck drove away, leaving me confused. I laid my head down in sorrow, looking out the bars of the cage, knowing I would never see Jenny again.
I cried. My mom told me it was for the greater good, and that Charlie had to go, otherwise it would be too much responsibility. I cried and cried.
Charlie was my best friend, and now he’s gone. Gone.
The next morning, I woke up. The sky outside was clear, and Jenny was no longer in her bed. I jumped out of the bed and trotted downstairs. Jenny was eating breakfast by the counter. “Morning, Char!” she said cheerfully. She patted my head. Her mom grabbed a bowl and filled it with dog food. I started eating as soon as she set it on the floor.
“That’s right, Char, eat up,” said the mother. I finished eating, and Jenny’s mom opened the back door so I could go outside. I did my business and then ran around a bit, snapping at squirrels. After a few minutes, Jenny came outside and played with me, throwing a ball so I could bring it back to her.
We played until lunch, and Jenny had to go back inside again. I laid down in my doghouse and relaxed, watching the birds fly by. I heard some yelling in Jenny’s house, but I didn’t dwell on it. Jenny came back out. Her face was tear-stained, and she had a fake smile. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but owners never seem to understand me, so I barked, letting her know I was happy to see her.
A day later, a large truck backed into our driveway, with the words “DOG POUND” on it, so I did my duties as the guard dog and barked as loud as I could. Jenny came out of the house and grabbed my collar gently. She was crying.
The mother thanked the truck driver and beckoned me over. I followed, because I was an obedient dog. A scary-looking man came out of the truck and grabbed me, stuffing me in a cage. What? I thought rapidly. W-what did I do? Was I a bad dog? Jenny! Jenny!
Jenny only cried and waved to me. I barked loudly, telling them that I did not like this. They ignored me and went back into the house. The truck drove away, leaving me confused. I laid my head down in sorrow, looking out the bars of the cage, knowing I would never see Jenny again.
I cried. My mom told me it was for the greater good, and that Charlie had to go, otherwise it would be too much responsibility. I cried and cried.
Charlie was my best friend, and now he’s gone. Gone.
