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WeWriWa: “Phoebe”

Welcome to the first installment Weekend Writing Warriors of 2016. Last month, I started sharing from Come Back Down, the sequel to Into the Sun. I’m hoping to make a whole series of these novellas. Today’s snippet takes place shortly after last week’s.

I heard the voice, but I didn’t respond to it. I wasn’t even sure he was talking to me at first. That used to be the only name I went by. But, now, and for the last five years, it was only when I went into town that I ever heard it. Everyone else called me Birdie.
But, Trace was turning to look at the guy behind us. He knew my real name, even though he never used it, either.

Who is this guy and what could he want? Why doesn’t anyone call her by her real name? I’ll share the next 8 sentences next week, and you just might find out.

I’m joining another blog challenge. Why not, right? I’m already doing RoW80(new round starts Monday), planning to do the A-Z challenge again in April. and after uncovering some old poetry notebooks, I’m thinking about participating in the OctPoWriMo this year as well. What can I say? I have a thing about challenges.

So, now I’m joining Just Jot It January. I may not post every day, but I’m hoping to at least most. I missed yesterday’s since I didn’t see it until this morning. I may include it with another post for that day(if that’s a problem, someone let me know please).

Today’s post always coincides with the Stream of Consciousness Saturday, which I’ve thought of joining before but never have. Today’s prompt is pause/paws, which works out well.

We’re getting a new dog. It’s something we’ve talked about for a while. We had to put my old dog, Shadow, down a few years ago. She was probably about thirteen years old. I don’t know for sure. I got her from a local humane society in 2000. They said she was about 2.5 years old then. She was mine from the minute my mom and stepdad brought her home. Followed me around everywhere. Which is how she got her name, not just because she was black.

She was a bit neurotic. Terrified of storms. She stuck even closer to me then. Always had to be right next to me. Even when we lived in an apartment and had two floors. Even though going up and down wasn’t easy on her aging joints. She really was my shadow. And she wouldn’t eat if I wasn’t there. We’re also pretty sure she was abused. Terrified of most men. And empty 2-liter pop bottles. You couldn’t even walk past her with one without her cowering away.

We still had her when we got our next dog, Lady. Another black dog, a lab this time(Shadow was a chow mix). They tolerated each other. Shadow was probably eleven at that time.

We’ve been a one dog family for the last several years. But, Lady is totally my husband’s dog. She mostly ignores me…unless I have food. But, she’s very protective of our son.

So, we’ve talked about getting another dog. Not sure how Lady is going to handle that. But, we took her to meet the new puppy, and she behaved a lot better than we’d expected. So, hopefully when he’s at our house, she’ll do all right, too. It may take some adjusting, though.

We aren’t exactly sure what the new puppy is. His mother is a staffordshire terrier. They got her from the same humane society I’d gotten Shadow from, and she was apparently pregnant when they got her. So, we don’t have a clue what the father is. The puppies have a bit of a lab look to them, though.

We’re getting the runt of the litter. He’s black(I’m noticing a trend here) with white down his chest and on his front paws. I was able to hold him in one hand the other day. We can’t pick him up for another two weeks, though.

So, now I need to come up with a name for him. Thought about something that goes along with Lady, like Duke, Earl or Baron(so it would be the lord and lady). I also have a thing for Irish names, so I looked through those. One stuck out: Kerwyn, which means small, dark one. Which fits on a couple levels. Who knows, I may think of something else in the next 2 weeks. And, of course, Shadow wasn’t named until we’d had her for about a week. So, maybe he’ll find a way of telling us his name.wp-1451671066497.jpg

shortly after we got her, running toward me.

shortly after we got her, running toward me.

with our lab mix, Lady

with our lab mix, Lady

Comments on: "WeWriWa: “Phoebe”" (13)

  1. Hmm. So what happened five years ago?
    Congratulations on the adoption of your new fur child!

  2. Hmmm…interesting fellow behind them. I’m intrigued.

    Congrats on the new fur-baby. And thank you for rescuing black dogs. I read a statistic that black dogs are less likely to be adopted than other colors, so more often end up euthanized. A big, virtual hug to you! We have two big, black rescues–rotty/lab mix and rotty/blue-heeler mix, and a deaf cocker spaniel rescue. 🙂

    • Thanks.

      Want really even anything conscious on our part. My mom and stepad got the first one. We got our lab from my husband’s cousin when they needed to get rid of some of their animals. I just noticed that we keep getting black ones. I’ve heard that statistic before too though

  3. Intrigued by the excerpt, but then got lost in the “black” dog saga. I love black dogs. We’ve had two and the last, our Tucker was the baby. We found out he had cancer last May and we lost him in June. We adopted another rescue in November and he’s a sweetie, but still miss our Tucker. Love your new black furby whatever you decide to name him, he’s a sweetie!

  4. We’d so love to get a dog, but in our rented flat we’re not allowed one. I’ve not had one since I lost my German Shepard/Doberman/Collie cross and my wife and daughter had to leave their retriever in the States when they moved here last year. Hopefully we’ll be able to move soon, to somewhere we can have pets, it’ll be good to share another canine life, I’ve missed it.

  5. Intriguing excerpt again today! Best wishes on the new puppy, SO cute!

  6. Uh, Fallon? Interesting excerpt and all, but puppy pictures are going to out-cute your writing every time. Just thought you’d like to know…

  7. […] sharing from Come Back Down, my sequel to Into the Sun. Today’s 8 sentences pick up where last week’s left […]

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