POISON KANDIE
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Snooby
By: THIRTEENTWO
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My wife has always loved dogs. She watched shows, movies, and cartoons featuring dogs almost religiously but I never shared her love. When I was young, I was attacked by one and I haven't been able to look at them the same since. I have no prejudice. I watched the shows and movies with her, I just couldn't be around the real thing. Luckily, she loved me more than she loved dogs so it was never a big problem. I made up for it by giving her hundreds of stuff dogs. I bought every one I came across and surprised her with them. She named them all. She took some of them to work with her and left a few others at her mother?s house but our house looked like a kennel. Her favorite one she named Snooby. It looked like the love child of Snoopy and Scooby. When she got sick with pneumonia, it was always the one she held. When she died, I buried it with her. I saw a dog the day she was buried. I felt like it was watching me, but I wasn't scared. None of the normal worries troubled me. It was just there and I wasn't worried. The day after, I saw it again at my house. It was laying in my yard when I woke up. I saw it again before I went to bed. I saw it every day for a week while I took time off of work. It was always around. I never saw it leave the yard but I was never scared. My first day back from work, it was still in my yard. I named it Snooby. It didn't look like the stuffed animal, but the name felt right. I got used to seeing it around. I even tried to pet it a few times, but it never let me get close. When I left food out, it never touched it. One day I came home and it was sitting on the porch. When I got out of my car, it stood up but didn't wag its tail. Instead, it tucked its tail between its legs and started growling at me. I started having flashbacks to when I was attacked as a kid. I got my cell phone out and was about to call for help but Snooby quit growling. I walked to the back but the dog followed. Snooby sat by the back door and started growling again when I tried to get near the back door. That?s when I noticed a broken window. And I panicked. I heard a warning on the radio about a serial killer who broke into people's houses and waited for them to come home. When they did, the killer slaughtered them. I called 911 and waited in the car until the police showed up. The dog saved my life, but I didn't see it around the house anymore. It disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. I looked for it but I couldn't find it. I would have put up posters but I had no pictures and I didn't think it would do any good. I visited my wife's grave a few days after the killer was found in our home. I brought flowers and a stuffed animal. I saw Snooby for the last time that day. I haven't seen it since. I visit her grave often, but I never seen the dog that saved me. |
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