Tuesday, August 28, 2012

One Shot Story: Poodle Toenails

This popped into my head after I came home from the graveyard shift, just before dozing off in my own living room chair. I hope you enjoy it.



Poodle Toenails
Jenny walked into her home at a slow trudging pace. Her dark eyes squinted against the morning light. Dropping her bags next to the entrance, she swiftly kicked her foot back against the door and lazily felt for the lock. Jenny heard the clicking of her dogs toenails on the hardwood floor in the upstairs hall. Shuffling a few more feet further, she flopped into the plush chair next to the stairway. She kicked off her flats and rubbed her feet over the living room carpet before propping them on the foot rest. Jenny closed her eyes and rubbed her temples while her dog raised a staccato beat in the hallway before finally coming down the stairs, only to yelp and rush back up the steps. Her eyes began to open at the worrying sound and she caught a glimpse of the white fur vanishing past the wall that blocked the steps. She rolled her eyes and closed them again, lacing her fingers together and resting her hands on top of her stomach. Trixie could be such a goof, especially when Jenny came home after working nights.

Trixie paced in the hallway upstairs over and over again much to Jenny's dismay. She felt too tired for this today.

"Trixie baby, do you have to go pee pee?"

The dog ran down the steps halfway. Jenny raised her hand in an effort to pet Trixie but fatigue won out and her arm flopped back down onto the armrest. Sitting there, she could feel the dog boring holes into her head.

"C'mon, let's go pee." She mumbled turning her head, but Trixie raced back up the stairs before she could open her eyes. "Alright, guess you're just hyper today."

Jenny listened to her dog, no doubt scratching up the floor by the way she was pacing back and forth, for another minute or two before yelling out, "Alright Trixie! Just go to bed, mommy will be up soon!"

To her relief she heard the dog run through the hallway and under her bed where Trixie usually liked to take refuge. Jenny let out a sigh of relief at the same time she heard a whimper come from next to her chair. Her eyes flew open and her brow knitted. Staring down in confusion, Jenny saw a trembling Trixie staring up in fear.

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