#1MinFiction – Sammy’s First Christmas

I run in the house and make a bee-line for Mom.  She’s standing in the middle of the room and I almost knock her over in my enthusiasm.  She laughs, which encourages me to jump up and lap my tongue against her face.

“Sammy, down!”

I plop down and glance back up just to make sure she isn’t really mad.  It’s then I notice the smell.  It’s the woods, but it’s in the house.  I glance up at Mom and turn my head to the side, confused.

“What is it, Sammy?”

I start following the smell and finally find it.  What are the woods doing in the house?

“It’s the Christmas tree.  What do you think, girl?”

I sniff and continue moving closer and closer.  I try to resist, but honestly, the humans must know what happens in the woods.  My leg lifts.

“Sammy!  No!”


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Admission time… this was not written in one minute.  I think I need more practice in order to do it, but I did try and will keep trying.

For other Sammy stories, click here.

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Samus (Sammy) – 12/11/07 – 6/1/16

Sammy

Gentle spirit
How quickly time has passed
From tiny chocolate ball of fur
To grizzled old wolf

You spent your life
Enveloped in happiness
Running and jumping
Flopping and licking
Laughing…
As dogs will do

Man’s best friend
Turned protector
Companion

How can I let you go?
How can I ask you to stay?

No longer in pain
You’ll soar in the heavens
With those you love
But I hesitate,
Still unsure… until
Amber eyes gaze into mine
Whispering
“Please release me”

A wave a peace settles
As we say our goodbyes

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Samus in backyard

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SoCS – Depression and Depressing News

I’ve struggled with depression my entire life and I started to wonder today how much of the everyday, human emotions I actually chalk up to “depression”.  Am I really depressed or is this normal?  I seem to ask myself that question all the time and most times, I come to the conclusion that it’s depression.

But is that really fair to myself?  I don’t think it is.  I think everyone has emotion, and sadness can be very normal, especially when you receive news you weren’t prepared for and it affects not just that moment you hear it, but it bleeds into the next day and the next.  Is that depression?  Or is that grief or something else you haven’t identified yet?

I think the older I get, the more I’m realizing that I’m more normal than I ever gave myself credit for.  If anything, I maybe feel things a bit more (well, more than a bit) deeply than some people.

Which brings me to my news…

My sister found out yesterday that her companion and protector has cancer and will most likely need to say goodbye to this world sometime next week.  It’s amazing to me that a pet can bury themselves so deeply in our lives that we need to go through a grief process when they leave, just like you would with another human.  When she told me, I cried.

There’s just something about Sammy…

She is the sweetest dog, and I’ve grown to love her so much.  I especially love watching her take care of my sister.  Ever since my sister was diagnosed with a blood clot in her brain, she has had to re-learn how to, I don’t know… just be.  She had to give up many things that she loved because she can no longer do them, and she still struggles with loud noises and doing too much to the point where she gets so tired she can barely move.

Sammy is always there.  I was with my sister a few weeks ago and she ended up overdoing it… Sammy was right by her side and every time she had to move or go anywhere, Sammy followed.  They have a special bond and I know my sister will miss her.  I’m going to miss her!

I love Sammy so much that I created a story series based on her.  If you’re interested, I’ll drop the links below.  My sister said I captured Sammy’s personality perfectly in the stories and maybe she’s right; but I honestly loved writing about her and them.  She’s been my muse and the epitome of a companion and protector for my sister.  The world just won’t be the same without her.

Sammy’s First Hike
Gruff The Rat
Sammy’s Bad Day
A Treat For Sammy
Sammy’s Pain

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The most recent pictures of Sammy (and of course the boys being silly…)


This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “Press.” Find a word that starts with press-, ends with -press, or use “press” as a word all by itself. Have fun!  Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.

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JustJoJan Day 4 – Dog Stories!

I’m going to jump in the ring with more dog stories that don’t necessarily have anything to do with a dachshund, other than the fact that I have never owned or known one. Add to that the fact that I rather prefer big”ger” dogs, so a dachshund also won’t be in my future; unless something significant happens to change my mind.

The main dogs in my life right now are my kids’ dog, Max and my sister’s dog, Sammy. And when I say “in my life” it really only means I see them very part time at this point – Max because he lives with the kid’s Dad and Sammy because my sister lives about 45 minutes away and we only see each other about once a month.

Funny enough, Max and Sammy are actually brother and sister and my sister owned their parents who have both passed away. (Wow, trying to set up a dog story is actually more tiresome then just telling the dog stories, which I might not even get to at this point!)

Max and I used to be buddies. He considers the kid’s dad his actual “pack leader”, and when I moved away, I really became just the buddy, but he still responded to me and even jumped in my car at one point to go on a ride with me. Sadly, he doesn’t recognize me the way he used to. I blame it on the change in his household. There is now a significant human female in his life and when I go over to say Hi while I’m picking up the kids, I really think he just gets confused. It’s probably easier for him if he treats me like any other random person coming in the house on a regular basis. It breaks my heart a little bit every time, though.

Sammy is just a sweetie. She is the shyest, most expressive dog. I even started “Sammy” stories on my blog because her voice jumped in my head and I just had to write about her. Over the holidays, we were at my sister’s house where they got a pool table for Christmas. When they played pool, it scared Sammy so much, she literally climbed into Adelle and Jaxon’s lap to get to safety. (I’m still planning to write a “Sammy” story about it at some point)

Feel free to check out the Sammy stories by searching Sammy on my blog.

Here are some pictures, because, who doesn’t love dog pictures!

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Just Jot It January is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt, dachshund, is brought to us by Just Fooling Around with Bee.

Monday’s Finish the Story – Sammy’s Pain

Gruff in hiding

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot, but boy is he wrong. I bolt into the kitchen, tongue flapping, tail wagging, almost missing him in my excitement. Fortunately, I glimpse his paws sticking out from under a curtain and I bark my head off. No one could possibly mistake Gruff for a smart dog, but me? I’m Sammy, destroyer of worlds, or something like that. You’ll have to ask Mom. She’s the one who named me.

I run over and start sniffing at Gruff’s paws, growling and biting. He took my bone and I want it back!

“Sammy! Settle down or I’ll put you outside.”

I stop in mid-growl and peek over at Mom. Does she even understand? I don’t think she understands. I whine and bark again, just to let her know my pain.

“Sammy!”

Okay, fine. I’m a good girl, after all.

Flopping to the floor, I bury my head and wait for my chance.


 

Monday’s Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Click on the froggy link to read other stories or upload your own.

This week’s story is coming in at exactly 150 words. If you want more Sammy stories, feel free to click this link and find them on my Flash Fiction page. Also, I took some liberties with the picture since I’m pretty sure that’s a cat under that curtain, but once I think of a Sammy story, it’s hard to get it out of my head and a cat just doesn’t fit into that world. Besides, I think photos work as prompts and don’t necessarily need to be taken literally.