Stories by Sarah

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

Other, Poetry by Sarah

With Me

My heart aches when I remember you.
Your last day so happy and free.
It was selfish of me to
keep you so long. I knew
it was time to leave.
I said goodbye
but always,
you’re with

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Olivante Poetry, #NaPoWriMo 2018 – Image 23

Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Scribblings by Sarah

Fooey Pooey

As I walk my two pooches, I pop in some earbuds and switch on my iPod hoping for something motivating. It randomly selects ‘Foo Fighters’ – excellent choice! I listen to the gravelly voice of Dave Grohl and find it ironic, as I bend down to pick up the steaming heap, that he can be a Foo Fighter, while I am being a Poo Fighter.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 29. Task: Pick the name of one of your favourite bands / groups / artists. Use that as your inspiration to write a story in 50 words.

Stories by Sarah


The alarm sounds. I open one eye, slap the snooze button and try to pretend it didn’t happen.

But it’s too late.

My brain is awake, and more importantly, so are the dogs.

They know what that sound means.

They know their human is rising to meet their needs.

I throw back the quilt cover and my husband moans his complaints, for I’ve let a little cold air into the sanctuary. I mumble apologies but they’re half-hearted really. I’m always hopeful my wonderful partner will come with me. One foot, then the other hits the carpeted floor and I stand; stretching and ironing out the creases of sleep.

The dogs join me in this ritual. I hear their multi-footed dismount from the bed to the floor. They elongate one rear leg then the other before pulling back onto their haunches. Eyes wide open; expectant and watching my every move.

I dress myself in active wear, wrap a scarf around my neck and plonk a beanie on my head.

This is not what they are waiting for.

As I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of socks, their tails start wagging.

Once one sock is on, they move a little closer to where I am.

But when I reach for the runners, they start to turn excited circles; dancing a doggie duet around each other.

They know it is time.

I ask them, just to be sure, “Is it time?”

They start yipping with anticipation.

“Are you sure it’s time?” I tease.

The yipping becomes louder.

“Is it time for walkies?” I exclaim.

They jump up and down, yelping, “Yes, yes, yes!”

I clip the leads around their neck and off we head into the cold, pre-dawn morning. The icy air blasts my face and wakes me up.

I love this time of day.

Every day.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix – 5 August 2017, routine; Daily Post Daily Prompt, dancing, circlepartner

Scribblings by Sarah


My two dogs Archie and Bella, though not related, have an uncanny synchronicity.

Synchronised staring

Synchronised sleeping

Synchronised couch topping

Synchronised seeking

Synchronised moping (probably because of those jackets. What was I thinking?!)

Synchronised snacking.



Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: synchronise,  snack

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Haiku / Senryu, Photos by Sarah, Poetry by Sarah

Hide and Seek

nose hard to the ground
following the trace of a
prize not well hidden

By Sarah ©2017

My clever boy, Archie, who can seek and find anything with his amazing nose…even if I don’t want him to!

Prompts – Daily Post Daily Prompt, Daily Post Photo Challenge
Word: trace
Task: friend