pmgibbs.bsky.social profile picture

pm gibbs @pmgibbs.bsky.social

#TheCampfire You’ve read about my dad in previous stories, he wore sorrows like a favorite t-shirt, but this story is one you may have to look away from. It begins when a stray came to our house to have her puppies. Five of the cutest furry mutts and dad’s heart of happiness. Cont in alt⬇️

It was summer and he would lie in the grass covered with puppies. If you want to know what bliss looks like, this was it. Oh my soul he loved those little pups. Older brother and I were sitting on the back porch early afternoon when dad came home, too early, this is not good. “ Something’s happened at great grandma’s house.” The three of us head through the woods over to great grandma’s and coming up to the yard, we stopped in our tracks. Dead chickens! All her prized exotic chickens dead in a massacre supreme, some hanging from the wire around their pen, like they’d been tossed. The puppies! Dad went in the house, coming out later with a look we couldn’t understand. We get home and here come the pups. Dad kneeled down gathering them in his arms giving love to each before going in the house and coming out with his gun and bottle. “Come on pups let’s go for a walk. You kids stay here.” We sat and waited knowing what was going to happen and soon we heard the shots, 1,2,3,4,5. It wasn’t until dark that dad returned, so drunk he could hardly walk, but who could blame him. He had killed his precious puppies, because great grandma said he had no choice. They had killed her chickens and she couldn’t have dogs around like that.
20

Replies

No replies yet