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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Pets / Animal Friends
- Published: 04/14/2017
A Dog's Intuition
Born 1994, F, from Nashville, TN, United StatesSeveral years ago, when I was much younger and a touch more naive, I was spending the night at my best friend’s house. As girls often do for such an occasion, we holed ourselves up in her bathroom, secluding ourselves from any necessary commentary by passing family members (snarky older relatives can be a pain).
We experimented with hair and makeup, smearing red lipstick on (and outside of) each other’s lips and spraying enough hairspray in our hair to warrant a warning from the fire marshal, giggling all the while. The results were more than a little disastrous--we certainly were not going to be on the cover of a magazine--but the important thing was that we had fun.
Her dog whined and scratched at the door. As he was more than a little keen on forcing attention, especially from her. We chose to wave him off.
But he continued, and his whines gradually grew more desperate as the minutes passed. With an annoyed sigh, my friend stood up and opened the door. She opened her mouth to ask him, “What?” but a gasp escaped her mouth instead.
Wisps of smoke were crawling into her bedroom. She ran out of the room, and she discovered that a roll of paper towels had caught on fire due to a lit (and unsupervised) candle. As if it were her birthday cake, she inhaled deeply and blew the fire out. To this day, we have no idea how she managed to put the fire out like that!
We both thanked her dog profusely and gave him lots of treats; his “grin” seemed to indicate that he understood.
(The next day, both of us were blowing gray and black specks out of our noses).
A Dog's Intuition(Penelope Long)
Several years ago, when I was much younger and a touch more naive, I was spending the night at my best friend’s house. As girls often do for such an occasion, we holed ourselves up in her bathroom, secluding ourselves from any necessary commentary by passing family members (snarky older relatives can be a pain).
We experimented with hair and makeup, smearing red lipstick on (and outside of) each other’s lips and spraying enough hairspray in our hair to warrant a warning from the fire marshal, giggling all the while. The results were more than a little disastrous--we certainly were not going to be on the cover of a magazine--but the important thing was that we had fun.
Her dog whined and scratched at the door. As he was more than a little keen on forcing attention, especially from her. We chose to wave him off.
But he continued, and his whines gradually grew more desperate as the minutes passed. With an annoyed sigh, my friend stood up and opened the door. She opened her mouth to ask him, “What?” but a gasp escaped her mouth instead.
Wisps of smoke were crawling into her bedroom. She ran out of the room, and she discovered that a roll of paper towels had caught on fire due to a lit (and unsupervised) candle. As if it were her birthday cake, she inhaled deeply and blew the fire out. To this day, we have no idea how she managed to put the fire out like that!
We both thanked her dog profusely and gave him lots of treats; his “grin” seemed to indicate that he understood.
(The next day, both of us were blowing gray and black specks out of our noses).
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