The Little Dog

By Shadow Hunter

     This one was told to me by a friend a year or two ago. It supposedly happened near my house a few decades ago. I remembered it becouse I think I saw something like it today running towards my sister in the morning and I ran after it, but it either vanished or slipped away before I could catch it. Anyway here's the story.

     Becky and Dan Clark were tending to their garden in the back yard of their home. It was mid-summer and the air was hot. "Do you think we should take a break now?" Becky asked. Dan agreed that it was about time for one and volunteered to get some lemonade from the kitchen inside. Becky walked to a tree and sat underneath it in the shade. She looked around their yard, which was well tended, and noticed that in the door to their shed was a little, white dog. It was sniffing at the post of the door. She stood up and approached the dog, which retreated into the shed.

     "Come on out, little guy," she called. The dog poked his head out around the door and retreated again when he saw Becky. She stepped forward and looked into the dim light of the shed, she couldn't see where the dog was. Walking a little further into the shed she could see more the room now. The dog was most assuredly not in the shed. "What the heck?" she said to herself. From behind her came the sound of a low growl. Becky froze. She told herself to be calm and not to make any sudden movements. She heard the back door of the house open. At that moment she felt a bite on her leg! She screamed and dropped to the ground. Dan dropped the glasses in the grass and ran to her. "What happened?" he cried out worried. She moved to show the bite to her husband. It was a bite that no dog could make! The teethmarks in the back were nearly a foot across! Blood ran from some of the deeper wounds.

     After receiving medical treatment, later that day Dan and some friends searched the nearby area for the dog. No dogs showed up. All the neighbor's dogs were not white. Some of the neighbors commented on the fact that their dogs had been unusually quiet that afternoon, some not even daring to move from where they woke up.

     The dog never turned up. The story has every now and then. I've heard it about three times while I've been living here from three different people.