Creative Writing: Shadow The Dog
have to bottle feed him.
Harley, Emmy’s prissy, spoiled, silver long hair Silky, after sniffing and checking out the new intruder, climbed in the box where Emmy kept the kitten, decided, Shadow had to be her baby, and that’s how Shadow came to believe he was a dog.
As Shadow grew, and Harley mentored him, Emmy noticed how much Shadow acted more like a dog. “Two peas in a pod,” Emmy’s mother would say to Harley and Shadow, as she watched them play.
And then it happened one early spring morning, when the Hummingbirds migrated back, Shadow was lying on top of the ledge of the fence where Emmy’s mother hung the bird feeder from the top of the porch. Shadow was taking in the sights and sounds and the warmth of the sun’s rays, when the quick movements of the Hummingbirds caught his attention, Shadow barked! He thought to himself, “those were funny sounding birds, but I’m going to catch one.” Shadow lay there for hours, trying to catch a Hummingbird, until he saw movement in the grass below him. Curiosity got the best of him, he jumped down onto the grass and took off chasing what he thought was that barking mouse again. Shadow was in the grass for hours, running, crawling, sneaking and chasing that mouse. Shadow became frustrated, as that mouse would run into a hole and peek out at him. “I’m going to catch that mouse even if it takes me all day, THE MOUSE IS MINE!” Shadow barked. “There was that funny sound again,” Shadow thought,” how strange, everything I…