Guard Dog

“The thieves took everything except the dog.” Sally noted.

She looked around the room, taking in the upended furniture, open drawers and general disarray. It was a far cry from the usual meticulousness, that was characteristic of her home. They had taken anything of value.

She surveyed the missing items, creating a catalogue in her mind:

– the brand new LCD/LED television and DVD player,
– the BOSE surround sound stereo system,
– the Versace dinnerware set she’d received as a wedding gift,
– her treasured Christofle silverware, and
– various Waterford crystal pieces.

They’d even taken the ornate urn with her mother’s ashes! They must have mistaken it for a vase or jar, she supposed.

A hot ball of anger began to well deep within her. She turned to the mutt who was lying in his usual spot in the armchair.

“This is all your fault!” she screamed. “Where were you when we needed you?”

He stared back at her, his eyes unblinking at the accusation.

Her husband stepped up behind her, and gently laid a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Sal,” he comforted, “I know you’re upset, but being angry at Buster won’t help things.”

He spun her around and searched her face, begging her to be reasonable, “After all, it was your idea to get the taxidermy done, instead of getting a new dog.”

“I know, I know,” Sally sobbed. “I just miss him so much. He was the best guard dog ever.”

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Jordan Madrid via Unsplash

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – May 25th, 2018