serving your purpose

Crackers was our dog. She was a mix, maybe some springer spaniel giving her the white coat with orange patches. Back then, we didn’t understand how a dog should live, and kept her in the back porch where she barked, or chained in the yard where she barked. She wasn’t integrated with us, part of the family. I regret it to this day.

One night, she started barking like wild at midnight. My dad woke up, and I could hear him go out to the back porch and yell, “Shut up!” She barked a bit more, and then went back to her bed. About one hour later, she was at it again, even louder, throwing herself against the door, snarling, growling.

Again my dad stomped out, and yelled at her, “I told you to shut up!”

Next morning we came out, and the car was gone. Stolen from under everyone’s nose but Crackers.


12 Comments on “serving your purpose”

  1. emjayzed says:

    Well written, a sad tale but a lesson learned from it. Thanks for sharing it with others so that they may learn too.

    Good on Crackers though – a demonstration of unconditional love and protection 🙂

  2. I agree, great message it’s a story with a deeper meaning kind of story!

    • billgncs says:

      we used to have to hold Crackers when ever anyone came over, and when my Uncle Joe came over, a big strong farmer, a mountain of a man. He said, don’t bother, he ain’t gonna do nothing.

      My dad said “OK”, and Crackers promptly bit Uncle Joe right in the butt.

      Still cracks me up, but the lesson there is — warning signs are there for a reason.

      Your post stirred this memory up….

  3. mindfuldiary says:

    Heartwarming story. Never underestimate a dog, or why it is barking.

  4. There’s a good message in this story.


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