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Aug. 18, 2009
Chapter Two
Enjoy!
Chapter Two
What I was really trying to get at that day Dad found the dog was a horse. I’d been wanting a horse for about forever. As long as I could remember I wanted a horse. I wanted a horse even before I found out my name meant Lover of Horses. But even then… A dog would do alright for a little while. She was, after all, pretty cute. We got in the truck and were driving home. Dad stopped and got another coffee (another thing he likes doing, drinking coffee) but I didn’t get another one. I guess he figured I had had enough caffeine for that day. He also brought out a bag of pepperonis as a treat for the pup. I gave her one and I had a couple myself. Then when we were more than half way home my puppy threw up the pepperoni I gave her and a bunch of kibble. Of course, the kibble was wet and soggy but you could still sort of tell what it was. I was lucky to have her puke on the towel or else I would have been cleaning out Dad’s truck when we got home. Dad stopped on the side of the freeway, shook out the towel and threw it in the back of the truck. She was fine the rest of the way home.
“So what’s that dog’s name?” Dad asked. And I thought about that for the first time.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I’ll have to think on that.”
After we got home, Mom and Julie rubbed her down. She enjoyed every minute of it. I had gotten on the computer as soon as we got home and started looking for a name for my dog. I did a search for all names meaning “gift”. I scrolled through all of them, but none of them seemed right. I finally found a good name. Shiloh. I looked at it for a while. The meaning was right. His Gift. It sounded right. Even the timing was right, now that I think about it. Because right after I decided that Shiloh was the name for my dog, Mom called to me,
“What’s her name, Phil?”
I walked over to where they were playing with her.
“Shiloh,” I answered. “Her name’s Shiloh.”
And everyone was happy with that.
The next few days were exciting. Every morning before breakfast I had to feed and work with Shiloh. She already knew how to sit on command by the second day. Then after dinner I’d feed and work with her a little more before dessert. At night, she’d come up the stairs to my room, and sleep at the foot of my bed on an old blanket. Sometimes, when I wasn’t feeling my best, I’d let her up in my bed.
She was a great friend. But still, deep inside, I knew what I really wanted.
As you probably already noticed, this story is kind of about me. Shiloh really did vomit up pepperonis and Dad threw the towel in the bed of the truck. Dad and I both ran into the Signal gas station and I got a coffee, too. :D So the first couple chapters are mostly based on actual happenings. Oh, but Shiloh was already named when we got her. Another thing, we never eat dessert. ;)
If you have any questions, I would be more than happy to answer them. :)
One last thing. Jacob just got a facebook account today. He asked me to tell you all that. :)
As always... Adieu. Adios. Au revoir. Ciao. Cheerio. Shalom. Bye. :) |
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Aug. 19, 2009 - Love it!
Can't wait for chapter 3!