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She Paid Me Back…
Contributed by
reprobate
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Sunday, 27th January 2008 @ 06:14:55 PM in AEST
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“Now, who in the hell can that be?”
I look at the clock when the pounding begins. I know it is early as a glance toward the window reveals it is still dark out. But 5:30 a.m.? There it is again, just as insistent. Reluctantly, I get out of the recliner and plod sock-footed to the door and sweep it wide open.
“Get your dog!” she demands.
I recognize her, the tall girl that I have just recently met from the apartment across the hall. She’s just as pretty as that first meeting only now, she’s looking quite stern.
“My dog? He’s here somewhere, I think.”
“No, he’s not. Now get him in so I can get to work.”
I give my place the 50-cent search without budging from the door and surmise that my dopey Doberman has pulled another Houdini and escaped. I wonder how he ever learned to open the back door and not let it slam.
“Okay,” I agree and excuse myself past her to the steps outside.
“BARON…Kommen Sie!” I yell
I thought it fitting to train Baron in German as his breed supposedly emanated from where I was born. I got him as a pup eight months ago. Even though his mother and siblings were there with him, he was off by himself just sitting and watching in the kennel area when I visited the pound. I felt an immediate kindred-ness when I saw him.
Another bellow and his not-quite-all black 130-pound furry hulk materializes from behind a parked car. Almost immediately, he begins his belly-to-the-ground crouch. It is something he does when he knows he is in trouble. He is a strange dog.
I turn to the long-haired Brunette now standing on the steps beside me and tell her that all she has to do is yell at Baron and he will sulk away. Especially if he thinks that you don’t want to play. He’s all size and nothing else, I add.
“Well, I didn’t want to play and he bit me,” she replies.
“What?!? “ He bit you?”
I ‘m completely shocked. He had never bitten anyone before, not even when I had picked him up by his nape to stop him from digging in the trash. A vicious animal is one thing that I won’t tolerate.
“Are you sure? Because he never bites,” I tell her. “He likes to play tag and will grab the back of your pants or skirt, in your case, just to get your attention.” He and I played this game when he was still little. He would come up and with his front teeth try to grab hold of my pant leg and then jump back waiting for a response. I imagine to myself that is what must have happened. She just thought he bit her.
“Where’d he bite you? Let’s have a look,” I add, “to make sure that he didn’t’ break the skin.”
I’m promptly informed that I don’t need to see where he bit her and that she was leaving for work. I’m concerned so I ask again to see where my dog has bitten her. “Just in case,” I add, still not wanting to believe that Baron bit her.
With this last request, she spins around and, with a flash in her eyes, that I’m not sure is anger or mirth, stands at the bottom of the steps and glares up at me.
“He bit me on my butt and you don’t need to see!”
Since I don’t know how to respond without sounding like an idiot or a lecher or both, I just laugh. I jokingly think to myself that maybe I do need to see, but I refrain from disclosing that little tidbit. I manage to tell her that as soon as she can, she needs to check and make sure that there isn’t any broken skin and if she needs to go to the doctor, that I will certainly pay for it. I can’t help myself and volunteer that I would be willing to play doctor. She shoots back over her shoulder that she will have to think about that.
That was the beginning of the end for me. Later that day I ask how she is feeling. She informs me that all is well and some folds in her clothes must have just pinched her when my dog grabbed her skirt. I’m immediately relieved for a number of reasons, the least of which is the expense of medical bills. She senses my relief and proceeds to renew my agony by telling me that she may still have to be checked by a professional “Just to be sure.” With the tiniest of grins, she adds that she is still deciding “by which professional’. “
“Well, you better hurry.” I instruct her. “All offers come with expiration dates.”
I must have been suffering the after-effects of some unknown narcotic or other poison because I usually am not so forward when I talk with women. I think she played my awkwardness against me because we started dating right after that fateful day. Despite her becoming best friends with my 130 pounds of “Stupidity Covered in Hair,” she never let me forget that day and what “I” did to her.
To make matters worse, she eventually paid me back. In Spades!
She married me.
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Re: She Paid Me Back…
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by emystar on
Sunday, 27th January 2008 @ 07:23:42 PM AEST
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Very interesting, funny write.
good work.
Huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: She Paid Me Back…
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by Poetic_Punk on
Sunday, 27th January 2008 @ 11:51:35 PM AEST
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| Not sure what to make of this one, hard to interperate |
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Re: She Paid Me Back…
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by brew on
Monday, 28th January 2008 @ 06:56:42 AM AEST
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Very cute lil write, You sure how to know how to make one laugh.Still am, but, sorry for the ending.....trumphed huh?! Ok, Ill play nice. Glad to see you writing a lil more. Always a pleasure to read what you have penned. Take care
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Re: She Paid Me Back…
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by little_genna on
Monday, 28th January 2008 @ 08:28:49 AM AEST
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some times its the silly forward flirts that land us in the most trouble....
the guy i love's opening line at a party after i told him he owes me a dance was that he had a pond in his shoe... i have no idea why i stuck around to talk to him that evening.... but some how he got my number and two weeks later we became a couple... crazy
your story telling is so intense. i'll be honest at first i was put off by the length but thats mostly due to my current mind set. also ive said this before i have a very short attention span, but i am glad i stuck with it. it made me smile even in this really morose mood.
thanks for the smile
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Re: She Paid Me Back…
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 17th May 2014 @ 09:11:22 PM AEST
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lmao! this is delightful and fun, being a dog
person i totally love it! how cleverly it was written...
hugs n' love nessa |
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