A dog’s life – Tref (Trefology)

It was in late-August,

the day my sister and I

returned home from summer camp

and our dog Pepper was not

at the door to greet us.


We called her name,


and we searched around the house,

but Pepper was nowhere

to be found.


That evening,

our father told us

that while we were at camp,

he had sent Pepper

to live on a farm upstate.


He explained that the city was no

place for an old dog like Pepper.

Besides he said,

leaning in close,

this was no ordinary farm,

but a magical one,

specifically for very old dogs!


He left it to us to fill in the details of

what a magical farm would look like,

but, we were still sad,

… if not a little intrigued.


But as yet, we had no reason to doubt his words


And then, a few days later,

our father came home from work

with a surprise —- 

a puppy we named,

Pepper 2.


And time went on …


Then, late one night,

almost a year to the day,

we got a phone call.

I answered.

It was Pepper.


She barked & whimpered

into the phone.

“Pepper is that you?” I asked.

“Are you ok, gurl?”



I heard a human voice say,

“Get that receiver away from Pepper!”

And then the line went dead.


It was then I knew our father had lied.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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