Creative Writing: A Dog Named Shiloh

A Dog Named Shiloh

Dogs have been “man’s best friend” since the dawn of time. A great example of a human/ k-9 bondage is Timmy and Lassie the Border Collie; a friendly, caring, wonder dog that seemed to save the perilous child every time. My story with a dog named Shiloh isn’t as cute and cuddly. The day was hot and dry, unusual for mid Fall. The school was cooler inside than out but we, the students, still felt like grains of sticky rice in a steamy pressure cooker. Finally the little Catholic school let out just around three or so. Kids scrambling left and right, caos struck the halls like hurricane Katrina. The whole school rushed out the doors to get home and so did my siblings and I. Three words to describe my mood at that moment,

She must be at Lady’s house!”. Now, Lady is the neighbor dog and she lives about two blocks down the street... “And how do you think on getting there?” I think to myself. “Just walk! I can’t drive, so that’s the only way to get there!” I notice that talking to myself is wasting precious daylight. Now I’m walking down the ditch, scouring holes, tuffs of grass, and anything that resembles and dog. Finally, I reach the house where Shiloh is supposed to be at. To my surprise, I spot a little white tipped tail running around a tarp shed in the driveway. “Boy! Shiloh is a speedy little thing!” I say in my subconscious. I take off at full speed, trying to be as agile as possible, dodging mess and clutter around the yard. As I round the corner of the tarp shed, I turn behind me to see a ginormous German Shepherd chasing me like a fox chases a rabbit. With the little energy I have left, I push my little legs to the max in an attempt to escape this beast of a k-9. I fall just short of freedom. All I can do is lay there, hoping the ferocious dog is just coming over to my side to lick my cheek in a kind manner.I see something that is branded into my brain for the rest of my life; a big, furry, foaming at the mouth, vicious animal is jumping with its mouth wide open, right for my foot. I see its razor sharp fangs plunge into my foot, through my sock and leather shoe. “So this is how it ends!” I think as the dog tries to rip my foot off. As I scream bloody hell, my sight is in slow motion, back and forth, back and forth goes my limp leg in Lady’s mouth. The rest goes