Snake Plissken

I’ve been thinking about my mom lately. Got no idea why but one of the memories that keeps coming up is her with the puppies. Must have trained a hundred little German Shepherds when I was a kid. Always wanted to keep them. What boy doesn’t want ten puppies? I wasn’t any different. Always told me they had to go keep people like my dad safe. Made since to me as a boy. Still does. Nothing like a dog to be a best friend.

Had one born though that was partially deaf. Mom didn’t know until she was a few months old. I finally got to keep one. We named her Cloe. Took her with me everywhere. Got in trouble for taking her to school once. Not for having her there. I kicked the principal for trying to take her away. I got her right before dad came home. Just turned seven.

I hated leaving her when I went to college and into the service. She kept hanging in there. Last time I came home she was seventeen, blind, deaf but she still was the same dog. Still had to sleep with me when I was home even if I had to pick her up. She was still my puppy. Maybe more so when she got old and I had to go back to carrying her around.

Came home to my parent’s house burned down. Found her collar and bones where the cops shot her. Shot her in the head right in our front yard. She could barely walk. Never stopped fucking with me to find her body there.

Got puppies for my kids. Shepherds like I had. We trained them together sometimes. Got four shepherds at home now. Some days I see bit of Cloe there and others I get fucked over worrying I’ll come home to the same thing I did before.

After all that suppose I can’t be too bad. Head someone once say if a man still likes puppies and kids he isn’t lost. Works for me. Has to. It’s about all I got.


OOC: For writer_mel's mun