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Thanksgiving Feel Good Dog Story

by Ben
(Phoenix)

Some call Howie a black Benji

Some call Howie a black Benji

This story is true and was written by a long-time internet friend. He gave permission to post it wherever, it is a really cool story!


Hi.

My name is Howie, but some people call me black Benji, because that is who I look like.

I am almost one year old, and I live in a nice house in Dixie, with lots of woods out back and three loving people to take care of me. I am a very happy dog.

One day though, I was playing on the side of our house away from the woods, and suddenly out of nowhere, a big car came by and before I knew it, I was rolling and rolling sideways and I hurt from where the car hit me.

I was very scared, but my people were not around and I could not get inside, so I crept into the deep, dark, scary woods and lay down to sleep. When I awoke, it was still very dark and I could not remember which way was home.

Although it hurt to walk, I wanted to find my people, so I walked and walked in the woods to find my home. After a long time, I came to a clearing in the woods, and there I saw a house, but it did not look like my house. Still, I walked up to it and found a little-dog-sized place to get inside just under a hose.

But when I got inside, it was still very dark there, and the little strip of metal that let me inside closed behind me, and I could not get out! It was very dark, and I was cold, tired, scared and hurt where the car had hit me. Now I was hungry and thirsty as well. So I went to sleep because it was all I could do.

After a long while, I heard a car drive up to the front of the house and people got out and they had a dog with them. As they went to go inside, I heard their dog come up to the wall right beside where I was lying and start sniffing the wall of their house just opposite me.

I could hear their footsteps above me for awhile and then it was quiet and I slept some more.

This went on for three days and three nights. I became very weak, very hungry and thirsty. I could hear them walking around, coming and going in their car. Every time they went out with their dog, he would stop and sniff the house where I was resting.

Finally, one of the people walking the dog on its leash let him sniff his way around their house to the little hole which I had pushed my way past days earlier, and then suddenly, there was a head and then the shoulders of a big brown hound sniffing inside under their house.

A few minutes later, a nice lady with a flashlight came crawling under the house where I was lying. “There’s a dog under here” she cried out. “Alive” she answered the question yelled from outside. She came back with some hotdogs and a little leash and very slowly and patiently she tried to get me to come out of my hiding place. It took close to half an hour before we were out.

She made a nice little bed on her porch for me and gave me some food and water, while the big dog who lived there tried to play with me, but the man kept him tight on a leash so he could not reach me.

For several days, the nice lady fed me, and looked at the place where I had been hurt. She gave me a bath! The big dog wanted SO much to play, but the man on the other end of his leash never quite let him do so.

Then, on Thanksgiving Day, a car pulled up and my people were in it! I was SO excited that I jumped and wagged my tail and even barked happily a little. They hugged me, and hugged each other and hugged the nice people that found me.

I went home for Thanksgiving. Seems that while the nice lady was feeding me and bathing me, the man who lives there had a picture she took of me, and he was walking up and down the long street, knocking on doors and asking if anybody knew who had lost me.

On the second day of doing so, he stopped a passing car who knew just who I was, and they called my people who came very quickly, stopping at the little General Store to take down the little sign that he had put up there with my picture on it, and we all had a Happy Thanksgiving.

I hope Y’All did too!

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