A funny true life dog story

Written by Stephen Hill

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I spoke to my parent, who reassured me that they would continue to take him onrepparttar walks.

Two weeks after I had left, I had a phone call from my mother. She was panicking, stating that Shandy had managed to escape fromrepparttar 148923 back garden and that she could not find him. She insisted that she had bben looking for hours but that there had been no sign of him.

I was quite worried and thought about where he may have gone to. "Have you been taking him on his walks torepparttar 148924 park everyday?" I asked. She replied: "Most days" I asked her to try atrepparttar 148925 park, telling her that he loves that park etc. "He would not be there, its miles away." She said. I again asked her to try there. Luckily he was there quite happily sniffing around, unaware ofrepparttar 148926 panic he had caused.

Stephen Hill


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Buster the Beloved

Written by Janette Blackwell

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The bewildered tom sent a few more air-raid siren noises into empty air. Then he fell silent. At last he wandered off in another direction.

After that Buster was accepted as a neighborhood cat in good standing.


Buster woke me inrepparttar morning by bouncing on my waterbed. I would dream I was in a small boat in a choppy sea. And gradually wake to find Buster leaping straight up inrepparttar 148922 air and briskly landing on all fours onrepparttar 148923 waterbed. KER-THUMP, KER-SLOSH. KER-THUMP, KER-SLOSH. The waterbed waves grew higher and higher as Buster briskly bounced . . . until, groggy and seasick, I rolled onto solid ground.


Buster believed inrepparttar 148924 essential kindness of people and automobiles. When summer arrived, I began hearing cars honk in front ofrepparttar 148925 house. And looked out to see Buster waking from a nap, which nap was taking place inrepparttar 148926 middle ofrepparttar 148927 street. He foundrepparttar 148928 sun-warmed blacktopped pavement ideal for that purpose. Fortunately ours was not a through street; drivers were honking at Buster and waiting for him to leisurely wake up and move out of their way. But how long could that last?

Whenever I saw Buster napping inrepparttar 148929 street, I yelled at him to get out. To which he paid no attention. I had to go intorepparttar 148930 street, pick up his warm, luxuriously limp body, and carry him indoors.

Andrepparttar 148931 next day I’d hear a car honking again.

“Why didn’t you keep him indoors, you idiot?” you are thinking.

Well, with 20/20 hindsight I know I should have. But I hoped thatrepparttar 148932 honking cars would teach Buster not to sleep inrepparttar 148933 street. They would have taught any other cat.

And, while I dithered, camerepparttar 148934 heartbreaking day when Buster didn’t return from his happy neighborhood rounds.

I of course made inquiries -- and learned about his tours ofrepparttar 148935 home snack bars.

But he hadn’t been to any of them that day.

I asked a group of kids if they had seen Buster.

“Is herepparttar 148936 cat who chases cars?” they asked.

Chases cars?

And then I recalled a half-forgotten memory: that of a little grey and white figure bounding joyously inrepparttar 148937 wake of an automobile.

“That’s him,” I said.

But they had not seen him lately either.

I will never know for certain what happened to Buster, but clearly he trusted inrepparttar 148938 essential kindness of people and automobiles one time too many.

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