This is a short story, in 1118 words.
It was inspired by the above photo, sent to me by Kim Barker.
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Vernon was a big man, and I mean big. He looked as wide as he was tall, and had hands like bunches of bananas. Okay, he was getting some flab as he got older, but woe betide anyone who took him on. Anyone who thought that ‘the bigger they are the harder they fall’ was destined to be very wrong, when it came to Vern.
A big man needs a big dog, at least as far as he was concerned. And he got the biggest and meanest dog he could find. Tank was a Rottweiler, and one of the biggest I had ever seen. He was well-named too, as he could bash through any local dogs, and didn’t even notice them as he did so. Vern kitted him out, so he looked the part. He had a spiky collar, and needed two choke chains just to make him walk to heel. It was unlikely anyone other than Vern could have managed him.
There was no doubt that Tank was the king of the canine world in our town. Most other neighbourhood dogs wouldn’t even venture out when he was around. Vern would walk him all the time, taking Tank everywhere he went. He walked tall and proud, sure that his dog was by far the best around. Sidewalks cleared as they approached. One look at Tank’s menacing stare and drooling jowls, and anyone would cross the street to avoid them. Vern lived in the rough part of town. Though pretty much most of the town was rough, he chose to deliberately live where others tried to move away from. With a dog like Tank, nobody, but nobody was ever going to try to break in.
He really loved that dog. He would wrestle it in the front yard, and the growls and snarls could be heard along the street. And that was just Vern.
Then one day he had to go to the dentist, and they said there was no way Tank could come in. Even when Vern gave the dentist his most withering look, Mr Macaulay stuck to his guns, and said Tank would have to wait outside. Vern tied him up to a bike rack, and told him to sit and wait. It would have been alright, if Duke the German Shepherd hadn’t suddenly appeared across the street. Maybe he could tell Tank was tied up, we’ll never know. But he barked and barked at his old enemy, until Tank had had enough. He snapped that leash as if it was a shoelace, and took off across after Duke.
Unluckily for Tank, it was a cement truck that ran him down. If it had been a car, he would almost certainly have survived. He might have even jumped up and carried on after Duke. But even a dog as big as Tank had his limits, and that limit was a cement truck.
Big Vern was distraught. He carried that dog home as if it was as light as a bag of groceries, then he buried him in the back yard. He marked the spot with Tank’s choke chains and a rubber bone toy, before wondering how he would cope without his best friend. The locals left him alone for a long time after that, as his mood was impossible to predict. They knew he had done some hard time in his youth, and there were bad rumours about his past. Enough for everybody to leave him in peace with his grief.
Some time later, Vern had to go to the Post Office, to send back a shirt that was too small. Even when he bought the largest size available, they were usually too small.
After checking in the parcel, he headed for home. Shoulders slumped, feeling lost without a leash in his hand, and the feel of Tank pulling hard at the end of it. Approaching the corner, he looked behind for traffic, and was surprised to see a tiny dog behind him. As he stopped, the dog stopped. When he crossed at the light, the dog crossed too, and as he walked into his street, it was still behind him. He thought no more of it, and went into the house.
After some coffee and a few sandwiches, Vern thought he might hose down the front yard, just for something to do. Standing by the gate was the tiny dog, giving him a concentrated scare. Wandering across, he loomed over it, smiling. “You lost, little one? Where’s your mom and dad?” It just stood there, with that same stare. Vern leaned forward, and scooped it up in one of his shovel-sized hands. “I s’pose I better take you to the Vet, see if you got a chip or something”.
There was nothing on the Vet’s scanner, and nobody had reported the little dog missing. He told Vern that it was a pure-breed Pomeranian bitch, and was around five years old. Vern asked if he reckoned he could find a home for it, and the Vet smiled. “Sure, these dogs cost a lot, and are very fashionable. Leave her with me, and I will charge the new owner for my time”. As Vern turned to leave, he saw that the dog was still giving him that look. Try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to pull on the handle to open the door.
Reaching into his pocket, he removed his wallet. “On second thoughts, I will pay your bill and take her. I don’t like to think about who might want her, and whether they will look after her”.
Vern carried the dog home, and stopped off in the pet store on the way. The owner looked at him in wonder as he bought a pink leash, a collar with rhinestones, and a small dog bed. He knew Vern from old, and thought the old guy must have lost it. Vern’s next stop was the fried chicken shop. He bought a family bucket, and smiled as the dog’s nose twitched at the aroma.
Back at the house, he carefully removed the fried coating, and separated some chicken from the legs into one of Tank’s old bowls. It was big enough for the tiny dog to take a swim in, but she gobbled up all that chicken in record time. Vern went into the bedroom to take a nap, and the tiny dog folowed him, jumping straight up onto the end of the bed. He smiled at that cute little face. “I’m gonna call you Little Kimmy. You live here now”.
Little Kimmy looked straight back into the big man’s eyes.
She knew she was home.
I will called the writer of this article ” Thinking Mind ” Simply out of the box… Out of the planet…
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Thanks, Ketki. I will accept that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice, Pete. I give your story five woofs.
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Thanks for those barks of appreciation, Don. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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How sweet. Lovely story, Pete.
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Thanks, Stevie. I wanted it to be nice for Kim, as she lost that little dog some years ago. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I love this story!! It’s perfect how Big Vern goes from big, black, and tough to sweet and pink. Fantastic! Best to you, Pete.
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Thanks very much, Jennie. The ability of a pet to change a life has to be celebrated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed! Best to you, Pete.
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So sweet. A softie to be sure.
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Such a cute little dog, Lauren. Who could resist her? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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But you did have me laughing 🙂
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You’re going soft lad 🙂
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Yes, but at least it’s intentional. 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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(1) Mount Vernon.
(2) Cement Truck 1 – Tank 0.
(3) Headline: Pure-Breed Pomeranian Bitch Conquers Mountain.
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You showed considerable restraint there, David. 🙂
(Mount Vernon was a gift, by the way. But this Vern didn’t live in such a nice house.)
Best wishes, Pete.
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It feels like Little Kimmy is going to turn Vern into an old softie. One of my favorite paragraphs from your story was, “He would wrestle it in the front yard, and the growls and snarls could be heard along the street. And that was just Vern.”😎
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I’m glad you liked that part, Pete. It was my favourite too! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Aw, such a cute story 🙂 My niece who is barely five feet tall and a size zero has a Rhodesian Ridgeback crossed with a Doberman. He’s huge! She has done a security dog course with him and I wouldn’t fancy the chances of anyone who tries to hurt her or break into the house but with us he is a great softie and loves his little ‘brother’, a Cavapoo (don’t know if that’s how you spell it but he’s a cross between a Cavalier and a poodle and looks like a tiny hearthrug) and they share their home with a house rabbit, which is slightly larger than the pup.
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Just as well we don’t have a rabbit, or Ollie would chase it relentlessly. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Believe me, this rabbit would soon put Ollie in his place. He’s enormous and going to be even bigger when he’s fully grown.
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I loved that the little dog saw right through Vern. Well done. On another note, my grandparents had that same wallpaper!
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You will have to take the wallpaper up with Kim. 🙂
Glad you liked the story, Elizabeth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is lovely Pete. I’m a sucker for dogs.
I have a story for you about a rotti though…… a guy came into our office to see one of the bosses with a young rottweiler on a chain/choke collar similar to the one in your story. He left the dog in the hall and told everyone to leave it alone as it was ferocious and would bite. When he came back, the dog was on its back at my feet having a belly rub. He demanded to know what I’d done to his dog and I said ‘Nothing. He just pushed open the door, came in and sat on my foot.’ The pup was soft as a pan of dough and apparently under training as a guard dog.
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Good story. 🙂 Sometimes, the dogs with the worst reputations can actually be the softest and friendliest. I often find that with Staffordshire Bull Terriers.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have a lot of staffies here and they all love me!
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Dear lord that ruddy alien is back! 😉🤣
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Hey!😒
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Pete being soppy, I can’t let him get away with it, even if that is the cutest dog in the world 🙂
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And there was me being all nice and ‘softy’! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Now, that was adorable, Pete! Way to go !!
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Thanks, GP. My softer side is showing! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sweet! Cheers, Jon.
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Thanks, Jon. Still on my soft side. It can’t last! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The biggest of us need only acceptance. 😀 touching story
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Thanks, Shaily. They found each other. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Love it! The contrast of big men with small dogs always makes me smile. And I think Little Kimmy must’ve known Vern was really a softie at heart and would take care of her, and probably also sensed his loss and wanted to help him.
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Exactly right. 🙂
Thanks, Jeanne, glad you enjoyed the story.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, that is Kim’s dog Lacey in the photo,such a sweet face!
And your story is truly wonderful!
I loved it!
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Thanks, Margie. Yes, it is Kim’s lovely little dear departed dog, hence the name I gave it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Bless!!
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Still being ‘soft’, Sue. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Reblogged this on By Hook Or By Book and commented:
Our little Lacey passed on six years ago this month, and left a void in my husband’s and my lives that has never been filled. I sent this picture to Pete for his Photo Prompt series knowing if anyone could do her justice, he could. Unsurprisingly, my faith has been rewarded with this heartwarming tale!
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Thanks, Kim. That’s the reason Little Kimmy appeared from nowhere in this story, and found someone to look after her and love her. 🙂 I am happy that I did her justice.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Two kindred spirits finding each other!
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Size is relative to who is doing the looking. As with so many things in life, one will just have to wonder where a five-year-old dog came from and why. But she clearly came to the right person. Warmest regards, Theo
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I like to think she left someone who wasn’t caring for her, to look for someone she knew would love her. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It is neat how dogs can see into a person a heck of a lot easier than other people can. Warmest regards, Theo
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It’s confirmed. You are growing softer with each one of these photo stories! I once had a cross Dobermann / Weimaraner dog whose best friend was a Rottweiler. He was huge, but a big softie at heart. Of course he was a deterrent to anyone up to no good. Personally I have never liked small dogs as they seem to yap all the time (my neighbour’s Jack Russell a good example) and when I was a youngster my aunt had a very nasty miniature Yorkshire Terrier that loved to nip your ankles.
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Most small dogs around here are also yappy. If they are not barking for their ball, they are barking at bigger dogs. I presume they are scared of everything else being so much bigger. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Aww! I LOVE this Pete! You’ve melted my heart and have definitely done Lacey justice! I’m going to have a smile on my face the rest of the day picturing behemoth Vern with tiny Kimmy.☺️
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So pleased you enjoyed it, Kim. I wanted to give Lacey a nice tribute. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s wonderful Pete and Tom loves it too!🤗
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Awe! How sweet. I love seeing big guys with small dogs.
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It’s a rarity around here, Darlene. But of course, Big Vern lives somewhere else. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are beating yourself, Pete! What a amazing story, about changing the mind. Pink instea of black. 😉 Thank you, and best wishes for the rest of this, here dark clouded Sunday. Michael
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Thanks very much, Michael. I’m pleased you enjoyed the story. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh yes, Pete! Thank you! Sorry, during last week i had some delays, so i have to roam you blog for the last news. Michael
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