Chapter 1: The Birth of Scrap

19 Oct

I was born under a full moon on the fourth of July or so my mother told me. She told me this through a series of nuzzles and licks that only me and my brothers could understand. Every second full moon she would venture out into the night and raise her chin up to the black sky and howl up at the moon, I think it was her way of wishing all her kids a happy birthday.

Come to think of it that’s the great thing about being a dog… six birthdays a year. My mother was the greatest dog who ever lived… I remember her gentle spirit and her kind dark eyes. My father however, I never had the misfortune of shaking paws with. But it is my understanding that he was a randy old hound dog who drunk whiskey from broken glasses and roamed the streets on the outskirts of Bruges looking for pretty young girls he could devour. He was a handsome four-legged devil with the hint of mischief and the glint of the devil in his eye. What my mother saw in him I’ll never know, come to think of it I’m not sure she really had much choice in the matter.

Strangely enough there was a time in my life when I very much took after my father… but that was before life took it upon itself to humble me. Anyway back to my birth, leaving behind the horrors of my conception, let us jump 67 days forward. As I said previously I was born under a full moon. We could see the moon because the SHED I was born in was derelict and run down and the roof had caved in. I was the last one out and the smallest by far.

My name was not Scrap, not then. I was christened “raaaauuuwl” which in human terms sounds rather like the grand Raul and I was born with nothing except the unconditional love of my mother and the loyal comradeship of my five bigger brothers. We lived in that shed for a full five days until late one afternoon the door to the barn opened and everything changed…

HELP US DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

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One Response to “Chapter 1: The Birth of Scrap”

  1. Sandy Gurley July 21, 2009 at 11:27 pm #

    I like the beginning! I want to see a story like this about cats, though…I’m a CAT lover! Dogs are all right, though.

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