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Topic: The Family Pet (05/15/08)
- TITLE: A Shepherd Speaks
By Leticia Caroccio
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I was sitting in the back of a stranger’s rusty pick-up truck. Sitting there with my brothers and sisters, they all seemed so excited, bouncing around. I wasn’t excited, though. We were all ripped away from our mother without even a chance to say goodbye to her. I just sat there and waited for someone to rescue me. The stranger had written a sign, something about free German Shepherds. We were already nine weeks old so everyone just looked into the truck, said we were cute and kept on going.
The day was getting late and the sun was beginning to go down. Still we were still sitting in the back of the truck. I was getting hungry and wanted to go home. My situation seemed so hopeless I just sat in the corner of the truck and let my head hang low. Then I was this blue car pull in behind the truck.
A man in a baseball cap walked around the truck and peered in at us in the back of the truck. My brothers and sisters were still carrying on. I just sat there and stared into the face of the man who would soon become my master.
From the first day with my new family I knew it would be a great place. My new master set me up in a nice corner in the living room, complete with my own bed and chew toy. I chose to lay by the door, instead. I really wanted to be outside. I loved lying on the cool grass. During the day I loved walking around exploring the woods. At night I loved lying on the deck staring at the stars in the dark sky.
It was during one of those sunny days that I saw it. As I was roaming around outside of the house I saw two dark eyes lurking outside of the boy-master’s window. I felt a growl rise up in my chest and come out of my mouth and nose. Before I knew it I was running towards the dark sinister eyes that were staring at the window. The eyes turned and looked at me. It stood up and decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and left. I ran and stood in the same place the creature was hiding and barked until it disappeared.
My master came out with the leash. He stared into the woods, into the direction of my barks. He bent down, scratched my head, saying “Good boy, Rock, good boy”. I was happy. For the first time in a long time I was happy. I had my mission. Then my master leashed me up and began walking me back into the house. I began shaking my head back and forth, slowly at first, then rapidly, almost violently. The leash was around my neck and I wanted to get it off. I needed to get it off. How could my master do this to me? Why would he force me into the house when I needed to be outside? I needed to keep watch. Didn’t he see what I had just done? I had to find a way to escape the strangle hold of this leather imprisonment.
I’m getting old now and my days will soon come to an end. Life here has been good. I have been happy. I have seen the young masters; the boy-master and the girl-master grow up. I am proud to say that I have been their valiant protector. Protecting them from the seen has been easy. Protecting them from the unseen has been impossible. If they only knew the things I have witnessed in my days. The invisible battles that have taken place in the atmosphere of their home were worthy of headlines. The battle between spiritual beings was something I witnessed firsthand.
At first I only saw the beings in long white flowing robes. I saw as they sat on windowsills. I saw as they glided across the roof of the house. This feeling of joy and peace always came over me when I saw these beings. Then when the hairs on the back of my head would stand up I knew that the dark beings were around….
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