Once upon a time there was a little dog without a name. He had no
name because there was no hoomin around to love him and to give him a
name. He wandered through woods and alleys looking for little scraps to
eat. He never knew what t*r*e*a*t meant. Once in a great while he would
find berries and gently nibble them off the vine for a special taste.
Winter was coming and it was very cold. He heard howling in the
distance. "Could it be?" he woofed quietly. "Does some doggie want to
play and sing and dance with me?" asked the little dog. The little dog
followed the sound into the woods but what he found was a strange group
of animals that were not quite dogs and they growled and snarled and
ganged up on him. They tried to bite him. The little dog was so
astonished that he burst away with all his strength and ran away as fast
as his four paws could carry him.
Night was falling and the poor little pup was so cold. He looked for
a place to rest his weary head, but was too weak to go any further and
fell to the ground exhausted. He lay there shivering and trying to go to
sleep but he kept hearing noises in the dark. He wanted to see what it
was but felt his eyes closing. And just before he fell asleep, he saw a
beautiful Moose lean over him and kiss him gently on the nose and cover
him with leaves.
When morning came, the little dog found himself on the doorstep of an
old farmhouse. He could smell the Moose around the porch steps so he
knew the Moose had brought him there. In just a moment, the door of the
farmhouse opened and two hoomins came out and saw the little dog. They
exclaimed in hoomin words the little dog couldn't understand but they
hugged him and kissed him and brought him into the house. The house was
warm and smelled of wonderful foods. The lady hoomin put a bowl down
full of good things to eat.
That night, the little dog slept in a warm bed with toys and a full
tummy. And the Kissmoose whispered quietly to the little dog from far
away, "You're home now." Every year, the Kissmoose visits all the
doggies everywhere and makes sure they have good things and when he
finds a doggie in a cage, he whispers to a hoomin, "Go save the little
dog from the cage". And he always gives each dog a gentle kiss on the
nose.
The Beginning
Please, this year, remember all the lost doggies and donate to your
local shelter or breed rescue.
copyright Melanie Horne 1996
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