Painting by Belynda Wilson Thomas
Story as it turns out, was crucial to our evolution – more so than our opposable thumbs. Opposable thumbs let us hang on; story told us what to hang on to. Lisa Cron
Last night I pulled out a sketchbook that I had written a story about our beloved dog in. I’m going to read it at my Writer’s Group today and see if it can be included in a Children’s anthology put out by The Writer’s Group.
When we write our stories, even if only for ourselves is it worth it? Sometimes we express things in stories we don’t know how else to express. If these thoughts and emotions never get expressed they can lead to problems in our lives. All creative projects may be this way; we can express things that are left unexpressed any other way.
Everyone has a story, every story is different, and every life is different. We have been telling stories through the ages. Sometimes it seems we are only consumers of other people’s stories in song, film, TV. We leave out our own stories at our peril. Families need to know our stories, so we can understand and appreciate each other more. So we can pass on knowledge so hard won.
When we give voice to what is inside of us, it is good for us, it is good for our families and wider communities.
This is my children’s story about our dog.
There Was a Dog Named Krypto
By Belynda Wilson Thomas @
“Can we get a puppy?” three-year-old Alanna asked her mother.
“When you are older,” her mother replied.
“Am I old enough this year?” four-year-old Alanna asked.
“Not yet,” her mother replied.
“When will I be old enough so we can get a puppy?” Alanna asked Mommy and Daddy.
“Six years old,” they said.
Before her sixth birthday Mommy and Daddy said, “Let’s go look at a puppy.”
Alanna, Aaron, Mommy, and Daddy got in the car. They drove and they drove, and they drove, and they drove.
Alanna didn’t say, “Are we there yet?”
Aaron didn’t say, “Are we there yet?”
Daddy said, “Aren’t we there, yet?”
Mommy called the breeder, “Oh, you’re almost here.”
So they drove and drove.
Finally, Daddy said, “We get the puppy, or we don’t get the puppy, but we are not coming back.”
It was dark by the time they pulled into the yard. A lady and three black puppies were walking on the lawn.
The fattest one walked up to Mommy. He had a big head and little short legs, a wagedy tail, two little sharp ears, and round black eyes.
They held each one of the puppies, but they held the biggest, fattest one the longest.
“His name is bear,” the breeder said. “He’s the pick of the litter.”
Mommy looked at Daddy. Daddy looked at Mommy.
Aaron and Alanna held their breath.
Mommy and Daddy nodded and said, “We’ll take him.”
Mommy held Bear all the way home, he didn’t make a sound, but when he was put in a box by himself, he cried.
The next day Daddy said, “His name should be Krypto.”
Mommy said, “His name should be Angus.”
Aaron said, “His name should be King.
Alanna said, “His name should be Scottie.”
One day they were all sitting in the den with Krypto at their feet when they saw he’d chewed a hole in the carpet.
“Bad boy,” Mommy said.
“Bad boy,” Daddy said.
“Bad boy,” Aaron said.
“Bad boy,” Alanna said.
Krypto hung his little head as if he knew he’d been naughty.
When the neighbors came over to see the new puppy, Aaron said. “He’s really cute now, but he grows up to be ugly.
He grew up to be handsome with his pointy ears, his beard, and his shaggy eyebrows over his little round black eyes.
He cocked his head with one ear up and one ear down looking like he understood every word that was said.
One day Aaron hugged Krypto, and said, “No one understands me but you Krypto.
When Mommy tucked Aaron and Alanna into bed after story time and gave them each a kiss, sometimes she would see Krypto snuggled in under the covers. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be there so he was quiet as a mouse.
Alanna got hit by a car while riding her bike. When Mommy and Daddy went running out to see if she was okay so did Krypto. When he saw she was okay, he kept running all the way to the park.
Every Halloween Krypto would go out with Mommy, Aaron, and Alanna until Aaron and Alanna were too old for Halloween.
Alanna and Aaron grew big and strong. They finished grade school, they finished middle school, and they finished high school.
Krypto was always at the door to meet them when they got home.
Krypto could hardly walk, hardly see, and his hearing wasn’t very good. But, he would still sit with one ear cocked looking like he understood everything that was being said.
Daddy started thinking it’s time to say goodbye.
Aaron started thinking it’s time to say goodbye.
Alanna started thinking it’s time to say goodbye.
Mommy started thinking it’s time to say goodbye.
Until one day they all agreed Krypto looked like it was time to say goodbye.
The vet was as nice as she could be. “I’m glad we can offer this service, so they don’t have to suffer,” she said.
“Krypto we love you,” Daddy said.
Krypto we love you,” Aaron said.
Krypto we love you,” Alanna said.
Krypto we love you,” Mommy said.
Krypto looked at them with his round black eyes. Then he closed them for the last time.
We miss you, Krypto.
After nourishment, shelter, and companionship stories are the thing we need most in the world. Philip PullmanThank you for reading this post. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you will come back and read some more. Have a blessed day filled with gratitude, joy and love.
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