First Line Friday – Instinct

This story was inspired by the First Line Friday challenge, offered by, https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/12/05/first-line-friday-december-4th-2020/

The line:The black dog followed them home.”

Here is my submission 🙂

The black dog followed them home. She stayed a few steps behind, ears pulled back and haunches raised. But, she didn’t seem aggressive, just cautious.

Occasionally, they would turn and shoo her away. But, besides a brief pause, the dog continued her tail. 

After about ten minutes, the dog began to whimper. And everytime they would stop to shoo her away, she would pause, then resume toward them. Ten more minutes and she began to cry…howling and sorrowful.

“Maybe she’s hurt?” 

They decided to approach. She skipped backward, her ears perked and tail wagging.

Assuming she was fine, they continued down the path. 

The crying resumed. 

They turned, and she perked back up and started a side-skip in the direction they just came.

“Think she wants us to follow her?”

The black dog almost seemed to nod, so they decided to follow her. As she began to run, so did they. 

When they reached where she first popped out from the brush, she darted into it, and they followed.

Her snout dug into the bushes, and when they pulled them aside, they found a pile of lifeless puppies, black, just as she.

With a high-pitched whine, she dug her nose through the pile. And then, they saw it…movement! One newborn seemed to be hanging on to life, just barely.

They immediately scooped the puppy and ran home with the black dog directly by their side. 

A few hours later, the couple arrived home from the vet, with the black dog and her only surviving offspring. They named her Aurora, and the pup, Nova.    

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    1. Our cat, Diesel, had a litter, and only one survived 😦 We already had 3 cats…did not want another…but just HAD to keep the miracle kitten. We named her Ash…based on a Phoenix, rising from the Ashes. Plus, her coloring is grey and black, with sprouts of orange, like a fading campfire 🙂

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