HER STORY...by b. Malin

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God, I feel ugly today...I see little lines between the bridge of my nose. They've probably been there for quite a while. But today, they seem so prominent. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and it stares back at me. It suddenly looks like a stranger's face to me... "I don't recognize it" I say aloud, even though I know I am alone. Alone except for the dog, that big hairy mound of fur, who gives a contented grunt at my feet. I look down at him and study his beautiful black and brown coat... He is a long haired Belgium Shepard...and I am a woman with a mission.

"Oh what do you know"? I say to him, my voice sounding strained. HIs head comes up from the floor and his soft brown eyes meet mine as if to say, "ok, I'm sorry, what can I do to help"? I get down on my knees and hug his head close to my breasts, which hurt and feel swollen. I remove my left hand from the dog's head and gently feel each breast as my mind mentally ticks off the date. It is the twentieth of the month. If I'm to get my period, it should come by the twenty-seventh I think silently as I release the dog, and we both stand up together...I want to have another child...Maybe a daughter... Oh who am I kidding...of course a daughter. I have two sons. But each month my period comes, and I cry silently after everyone is sleeping...Except for the dog, who seems to know and understand...As I sit by the fire, and he licks my salty tears. As I feel my biological clock loudly ticking away.

Somedays he really gets on my nerves for he follows me about the house, and we never seem to be more than a few feet apart...Truth be told, half the time I'm tripping over him...but I think he secretly loves it...and maybe I do too. But when the weather is good, I put him out on his chain near his dog house. He will actually sulk for about an hour (I've timed him) with his back to the house, for he knows that I can see him from numerous windows. When he thinks that he's punished me enough, he will turn around and bask his strong furry body in the warmth of the sun... He looks like the picture of contentment...and it always makes me smile.

I imagine he's thinking ahead to when his "brother" my younger son, will come home from school and free him. They will play ball together, and after a snack, the dog has water, and a dog biscuit...his brother milk and cookies...They will take a walk. Sometimes I go along, and we walk down to the duck pond...Or into the woods along the path. Just the three of us, heads held high, with the leader of man running on head...so eager to lead the way...or protect us. We're convinced the dog thinks he is one of us, and we don't question it...not for one moment.

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WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Sore and swollen breasts can also indicate that you are pregnant.

Do you have a surprise in store?

Well written and intriguing!

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Minnetonka Twin 6 years ago from Minnesota

Nicely written story and I relate about the dog follwing you everywhere. I have two dogs and they follow me everywhere, even to the bathroom. I have become accustomed to being watched and guarded when on the john.

I second what Will Starr said, do you have an inkling that you may be pregnant?

Cheryl Kapelner-Champ 6 years ago

Good story*, & reflections, my ageless friend.

Mother Lightning


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Barbara Kay 6 years ago from USA

Great story. I have dogs too. They're so loving.

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breakfastpop 6 years ago

Wonderful story which would make a nice beginning for a longer story. Voted up and beautiful.

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

WillStar, no surprises...life is sometimes like that...But I'm so glad you enjoyed the short story.

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Minnetonka Twin, you made me smile...Brandy used to follow me there too! I always felt like he knew and understood...EVERYTHING...A person, who just happened to be born a dog...No the pregnant part was not meant to be...

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Thanks Cheryl, reflections on the past always make the best stories...that's what makes us timeless, as writers...

Barbara Kay, It's about the dog as well as the woman...and their wonderful friendship...thanks for your lovely comments.

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Breakfastpops you are so preceptive...It originally was a longer story...I couldn't write about it, even today...so I wrote it this way...But thank you for enjoying what I did put into words.

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Pixienot 6 years ago from Clarksville, Indiana

Dear B. I not only loved the story, I totally relate. I have a Sheltie that follows me so closely she sometimes walks on my heel. I love it.

I know she is a lot of extra work - oh the hair that dog lets go of each day. If I fail to brush her, I am breathing red and white hair!

And I truly do believe dogs know so much more than we give them credit for. I talk to mine as if she were a child. She listens intently. I can always count on unloading on her and cuddling with her. No questions asked.

As for looking in the mirror, I actually try hard not to any more. I just slather that magic cream on my face and hope the next time I do see in a mirror the face is different! (giggle)

Great hub.

Voted up and awesome!

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epigramman 6 years ago

...unconditional love!!!! .....well that is how I feel about your writing and how you so express it ..... and you don't have to give me a doggy treat - I'd willing come over to your hubs - for free!!!!!

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

Listen, I'm speechless...that's quite a picture, (new picture) my friend that you have posted. Thanks for making me smile today, always good to have you drop by. LOL

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b. Malin 6 years ago Author

You are so great...LOL. Pixienot...In this poem, the looking in the mirror was actually about her time clock for making babies running out...but as women, we are so vane...

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