A Day in the Life / November 6
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / November 6
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 420
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Exactly how he ended up with the damn dog was still a bit of a mystery to him.
After he’d seen it that day in the middle of the road he’d forgot all about it, then saw it this morning…and on his way home from work tonight it was sitting on the side of the road like it was waiting for a bus…or for Ennis.
Ennis slowed down, just to get a look at the damn thing, and quick as that, the dog had jumped in the back of the pick up. Ennis slammed on the brakes, got out and spent the next five minutes alternately yelling and pleading with the dog to get out of the truck.
The animal didn’t have a collar so Ennis tried to push him off the tailgate but the angle was wrong and he couldn’t get any leverage, so he gave up and figured just because the dog was in his truck didn’t mean he was going to feed him, or keep him...he’d wander off soon enough.
He got in the truck, and said, “Tellin ya right now I don’t want no damn dog.”
When he pulled into the driveway, the dog hopped down and settled next to Ennis’s chair under the tree and fell asleep and stayed there while Ennis went inside and showered and started something for dinner, looking out at the damn dog every once in while...curious, is all.
He was watching the news when he heard the dog crying, jumped up and went outside where it was still laying down but looking up at Ennis and making a soft, whining sound. Ennis went to him, crouched down and felt his body and legs for broken bones or cuts, and found a large gash on his inside hind leg, probably from barbed wire, obviously infected.
Cursing under his breath, Ennis went inside and came back with hot water, antiseptic and an old clean rag, and did what he could to clean and treat it, but he knew it would take more than that...he could bring the damn dog to the ranch the next day and get it treated with medicine they had on hand for the ranch dogs, and, looking on the bright side, maybe one of the other guys would take it for their kids.
“Shit, already wasted medicine on ya, it’ll go to waste if you starve…guess you’ll eat what I’m eatin tonight.”
He went in and came back out with some Hamburger Helper on a paper plate and a bowl of water and set it down…the dog sniffed the food, sneezed, and walked away.
“Sonofabitch.”
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 420
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
Exactly how he ended up with the damn dog was still a bit of a mystery to him.
After he’d seen it that day in the middle of the road he’d forgot all about it, then saw it this morning…and on his way home from work tonight it was sitting on the side of the road like it was waiting for a bus…or for Ennis.
Ennis slowed down, just to get a look at the damn thing, and quick as that, the dog had jumped in the back of the pick up. Ennis slammed on the brakes, got out and spent the next five minutes alternately yelling and pleading with the dog to get out of the truck.
The animal didn’t have a collar so Ennis tried to push him off the tailgate but the angle was wrong and he couldn’t get any leverage, so he gave up and figured just because the dog was in his truck didn’t mean he was going to feed him, or keep him...he’d wander off soon enough.
He got in the truck, and said, “Tellin ya right now I don’t want no damn dog.”
When he pulled into the driveway, the dog hopped down and settled next to Ennis’s chair under the tree and fell asleep and stayed there while Ennis went inside and showered and started something for dinner, looking out at the damn dog every once in while...curious, is all.
He was watching the news when he heard the dog crying, jumped up and went outside where it was still laying down but looking up at Ennis and making a soft, whining sound. Ennis went to him, crouched down and felt his body and legs for broken bones or cuts, and found a large gash on his inside hind leg, probably from barbed wire, obviously infected.
Cursing under his breath, Ennis went inside and came back with hot water, antiseptic and an old clean rag, and did what he could to clean and treat it, but he knew it would take more than that...he could bring the damn dog to the ranch the next day and get it treated with medicine they had on hand for the ranch dogs, and, looking on the bright side, maybe one of the other guys would take it for their kids.
“Shit, already wasted medicine on ya, it’ll go to waste if you starve…guess you’ll eat what I’m eatin tonight.”
He went in and came back out with some Hamburger Helper on a paper plate and a bowl of water and set it down…the dog sniffed the food, sneezed, and walked away.
“Sonofabitch.”
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sonofabitch
Date: 2012-11-07 02:21 am (UTC)Re: sonofabitch
Date: 2012-11-07 02:38 am (UTC)I think he did more than just sit and drink himself into a coma...although he certainly has nights when he does that that.
OH my Jack
Date: 2012-11-07 02:50 am (UTC)Re: OH my Jack
Date: 2012-11-07 03:04 am (UTC)Ennis has a pretty soft heart, but I don't know if he wants a dog...
no subject
Date: 2012-11-07 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-31 01:40 am (UTC)I bet you don't know that I am severely cynophobic.
I wish I could help it!