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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Summer (the season) (07/09/09)

TITLE: Hiding Under the Table
By Annette Agnello


ďAlright, I was hiding under the table, Iím not proud of it.

First allow me to introduce myself, my name is Kiev, Iím a full blooded Siberian Husky. Huskyís are a noble breed worthy of respect. Allow me to tell you what really happened. In the first place about a week before the table incident a bolt of lightening struck one of the trees my master had my aircraft cable run attached to and the electricity had traveled down the run then down the chain to my collar which knocked me out cold. It was less than a week to the table incident. I will admit I did not want that to happen again.

The humans there that night had pitiful hearing. I tried to tell them there was a storm coming for nearly an hour but they just didnít understand. They just sat around the table talking and playing
a game. Finally one of them heard the thunder and commented about how far away it was.

I admit it was undignified but I wanted some protection. Getting involved in a lightening strike hurt. The problem with being up in the mountains you could get violent thunderstorms in the summer. Summer is very hard on me anyhow I am designed to be a snow dog I should never have been asked to bare summertime as far south as Virginia. Thick fur is designed for nine degree weather not ninety degree weather. But I digress...

Before the people ever figured out what I was trying to say they thought trying to warn them of a prowler. They went around the house on the outside and checked doors and windows on the inside. I guess I should be pleased they were paying attention to me, even if they just did not get the message I was trying to share. I donít know....

Back to the table. I crawled under the table between their feet, for protection. I have to admit the females were understanding and insisted I be allowed to stay. The males just wanted more room for their feet. Finally the storm arrived, it was even worse than the one that knocked me out cold. I was justified to look to them for some protection. The one that had been there when the lightening struck finally came in and told the rest of the people about my experience. He bragged a bit about getting me inside. I am thankful if another lightening bolt had come I might not have made it. You know the other men were more understanding about the table after they heard the story.

Any well educated human should learn to speak dog. They are attending college you would think they would have the option of taking a class in basic dog.Ē

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Annette Agnello07/16/09
Whoever left the comment on private messenger please post it here. I do not have private messenger. Thank you.
Laura Manley07/16/09
This was an absolute hoot! Very cleverly written! Laura
Beckie Stewart07/16/09
Poor dog! How awful for him to feel no one truly understands his dilemma.
Mary McLeary07/18/09
Very entertaining. I always know when a storm is coming because our dog "speaks". Good job.
diana kay07/18/09
I like it from the dogs point of view, clever! I just wonder though wheter a dog would really surive being stuck by lightening especially when attached by a metal aircraft cable. I know many farm animals do die shetering under trees or by wire fences.
Maybe the surival was a true miracle!
Annette Agnello07/18/09
Kiev was a real dog. He belonged to my collage pastor. He was out of town a friend was dog-sitting when it happened. A group of us were playing cards downstairs the pastor lived upstairs. The lower two floors were student space. The one who brought the dog in after the thunder hit him did come in later and tell us why Kiev was so upset while hearing the thunder. It was a true story I took the liberty of telling it from Kiev's point of view.
Mildred Sheldon07/18/09
Very cleverly written. Poor Kiev. It made me want to hold him. My little Chorkie becomes a vibrator when thunder rumbles and if she see lightening she nearly has a heart attack. She starts to pant and shakes from head to toe. God was with Kiev. Thanks for sharing.
Susan Montaperto07/22/09
I didn't know that dogs could type! A very imaginative story from the dog's point of view.