A dog’s life

It was in late-August,

the day my sister and I

returned home from summer camp

and our old dog Pepper was not

at the door to greet us.


Our father sat us down

and solemnly reminded us

that Pepper

had been with the family

since before we were born …


But then, seeing our faces,

he stopped and

thought for a moment,

and then explained that while we were at camp,

he had sent Pepper

to live on a farm upstate,

— a magical farm!

One where she could play all day long

and live a life of ease.


And, most importantly, he concluded,

it had been mostly Pepper’s decision.


We were suspicious, but

then mom appeared

and presented us with a surprise: 

a puppy

we named,

Pepper 2.


And suddenly, once again, all seemed right in our world.


That is, until, later that night,

just a little past our bed-time …


The phone rang.

I answered.

It was Pepper.


She barked & whimpered

into the phone.

“Pepper is that you?” I asked.

“Are you ok, gurl?”



I heard a human voice say,

“Get that receiver away from Pepper!”

And then the line went dead.


It was then I knew our father had lied.

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