Tell me a story, or Go Away!
Bedtime stories I told my Daughter.
The Three Puppies.
as told to Emily, one evening
Circa 1996 or before.
There were several of
these, too many to remember. Emily loved the three puppies as a
small child and I had them doing all kinds of things. At one point,
I think they even visited outer space. They were abducted by
aliens, but the aliens found them too difficult to control, and so
returned them to their yard. Here then is one of these stories.
Once upon a time there
were three beagle puppies who lived in a house with their mother,
their owner and another dog named Henrietta who we hardly ever talk
about. The puppies names were Dinky, Daisy and Dandelion. They
loved to get into all sorts of trouble. After breakfast, their
mother would lead them out into the yard for their morning walks.
Why canít we just go in
the house, asked the smallest puppy, Daisy.
The humans donít like it
when we go in there. They want us to go on the grass. Said their
Why do we have to listen
to the humans, one of the puppies wanted to know.
Because they feed us and
give us a warm dry place to sleep. Said their mother. All we have
to do is learn to go on the grass.
If thereís grass in the
house can we go inside then? Asked a puppy.
Iím not sure. Thereís
never been grass in the house.
Said their mother.
I donít have to go right
now, said Dinky.
Neither do I said the
You canít come back
inside until you go, said their mother. With that, she went back
through the doggy door and left them in the yard alone.
puppies were more interested in smelling smells and sniffing each
otherís butts than they were in doing what their mother told them to
do. Before long one of them found a loose board in the fence and
all three of them were out of the yard and in the street. Since
none of them had any clue how to get back into the yard, they just
began wandering down the street.
long before they met a big stray.
ďIím Big Red,Ē said Big
Red. This is my street.
You three puppies donít
belong to me. And he growled his most ferocious growl at them.
The puppies started to
whine. Weíre lost. We want our mommy. All the commotion made
humans come out of their homes.
One old lady
with a big stick came out and started to shew away Big Red. The
problem was that the puppies saw the big stick and they were afraid
of it too. Just then the three puppies were scooped up by big
Itís a human. Said
Letís bark at him, said
Letís lick his face, said
Daisy. And they did.
The man wore a uniform.
He had a shiny metal badge and a funny hat with a rim in the front.
His name tag red Officer Rodgers. Officer Rodgers knew that the
three puppies were lost. He began to take them to his patrol car
when all of a sudden he heard a little girl crying out for the three
puppies. She called them each by name. Dinky, Daisy, Dandy, where
are you. Officer Rodgers knew just what to do. Here they are. He
called. And he walked the three puppies back to their owner. Their
mother was on a leash next to the girl and Henrietta, the dog whose
rarely mentioned was there too.
Are these your dogs,
Officer Rodgers said to the little girl.
Yes sir. They must have
escaped the yard.
Well, you better keep a
closer eye on them from now on. They almost got a trip to the
When Henrietta and their
mother heard the word pound, their eyes got wide and they began to
bark nervously. Once they were all safely back in the yard, their
mother scolded them.
You are bad little dogs.
She said. You could have been taken to the pound.
Whatís the pound mommy
The pound is doggy
prison. Said her mother. They put you in a cage and never let you
out. All they feed you is dry dog food and water. And there are no
little girls to play with.
How awful said Dandy. I
hope Iím never sent to the pound.
If you learn to use the
grass and donít leave the yard. Youíll never have any problem said
their mother. And with that they all used the grass that very day.
Then they all went through the doggy door and into the kitchen where
their nice warm chicken liver dinner was waiting for them.
Moral: Always use the
grass. And donít venture into uncharted territory without a guide.
Ironically, Dandylion was
sent to the pound years later because she did have a problem using
the grass. She went in the house just once too often and then she
went for a ride (to animal welfare, where now I'm sure she's peeing
on someone else's couch. Poor Daisy died, and Dinky never
recovered. Henrietta never existed.
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