That Tiny Dog

“Remember that tiny dog mom had?” My brother Jerry did a perfect imitation of mom talking baby talk to a dog that fit in the palm of her hand. We laughed at him – a welcome break in the grim afternoon. We’d just come from the funeral home, arranging for mom’s last public moments.

Sarah sighed. “It was silly how much she loved that stupid dog. For such a little thing, it had a huge empty nest to fill.”

“Let’s find a photo of him to bury with her,” I said. “She’d like that.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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  1. 6 am The mother awoke to incessant barking from the tiny dog. The adult children lazily lay in there beds..the barking becomes more shrill and irratic. Finally the mother bounds from her bed to see what is the matter with the tiny dog. Halfway to the door, she hears a bloody shriek and silence….she runs. The room is chaotic as the adult children emerge from their cave in horror and disbelief. The mother flings open the door to the outside world and sees the tiny dog in the mouth of a coyote……if only…..

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