Monday, July 23, 2012

Savior Dog

Evie sat on the front porch of her Denver home, playing with her new puppy, Sparky. She rubbed him on the belly as he thumped his tail. Evie really loved her new puppy, even though she had only known him for a day. Her father had brought the puppy as a surprise gift when he came back from a business trip. He told Evie that it would keep her company, since both her parents worked for most of the day and she was an only child. Evie was delighted to have a new companion to spend the days with.

Three years later, Evie was fifteen and Sparky had not grown very much; he was still really small and energetic. One early November evening, Evie was cuddling with Sparky in front of the television. It was raining outside and it was very cold, so they were covered in blankets. Just then a news report came on, telling about an escaped murderer who had broken out of the county jail the day before.

“He is still on the loose. If you see him, do not approach him! He is very dangerous and police believe that he may be armed,” the reporter was saying, “If you do catch sight of him, call the police right away and stay away.”

“Well Sparky, if he comes by here, you’ll protect me won’t you?” Evie joked. Sparky barked and licked her face.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Evie peeled away all the blankets, muted the TV, and made her way to the door. She looked through the peephole. She could hear Sparky behind her, growling at the door. There was a man she didn’t recognize standing on her front porch. Suddenly she felt wary, thinking of the news report. She left the safety chain on and pulled the door open an inch.

“Who is it?” She asked.

“I was driving home when my car broke down,” the man gestured to a car down the street, “I was wondering if I could use your telephone.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in.” Evie told him, trying to shut the door, but he put his foot in the gap.

“Please, my wife is in the car and so is my three month old son. I need to use the phone,” the stranger said, putting his hand in the gap too, holding the door open.

“No, I can’t.” Evie pleaded, hanging on to the door.

The man suddenly got angry and shoved the door open as far as he could with the chain on. Evie gasped and started backing away. Suddenly the man pulled out a knife and sliced the chain. Evie screamed and ran away, scooping up Sparky as she went. The man followed on her heels. She realized that this was the murderer! She made it to the living room and grabbed her cell phone before the man stumbled through the doorway. Sparky leaped out of her arms.

“No Sparky!” she shrieked.

Sparky ran to the stranger and ran around his ankles. He gave the dog a kick and Sparky went flying. Evie screamed again and tried to run to Sparky. But before she could reach him, the stranger came towards her, so she turned and ran up the stairs. She could hear him thundering behind her. She made it to the top and ran to hide. She went into her room, locked the door and into her closet. She pulled out her cell phone.

“Hello, 911? I need help. The escaped murderer is in my house and is trying to kill me! I’m all alone and don’t know what to do!” Evie frantically whispered. “I live at 3425 Woodwind Lane. Please help me!”

Just then the murderer broke down Evie’s door. She stifled a gasp and tried to shrink into the shadows, her heart beating fast. She could hear him stumbling around her room, looking for her. Then, he tore open the door to her closet and looked down at her. He leered at her and gave a maniacal laugh. Evie felt for sure that she was going to die. But just as the murderer raised his knife, she heard a bark. The murderer turned, just as Sparky leaped onto his back. Sparky dug his claws into the man’s back and started scratching. The man screamed in agony and doubled over, so Evie was able to get up and give him a good kick.

She scooped up Sparky again and ran back downstairs, away from the murderer. As she reached the living room again, she heard sirens outside her house and police shouting. Within seconds, the cops swarmed into her home. She told them that the murderer was upstairs. They ran up and the man was once again under control.

“You did a good job of calling us,” the police chief told her after the murderer was shackled and put away in a police car, “But how did you get away from him?”

“I would never have survived if I didn’t have my Sparky.” Evie said, gazing at Sparky, who was being petted by the other cops, “He is my savior dog!”


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