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Verse:
Illsa Gorrey
Photoshop Manipulation:
Cie Cheesemeister
Illsa's note:
When I was fourteen, I had a paper route. I actually did have a bicycle, but I never could master throwing and pedaling at the same time so I walked the route.
My family wasn't by any means wealthy, but we weren't poor either. My father (R.I.P.) worked construction and handyman jobs. He was also a decent mechanic. He could fix just about anything, so even though our house was nothing fancy, it was a place we were proud of. Dad put a lot of work into it.
My route was in a run-down area of town. A lot of people down there owned guard dogs: Dobermans, German Shepherds, Pit Bulls. The majority of the dogs would bark but stay their place in the yard. Some of them actually became friendly towards me over time. But there was this one yard with a low fence and two very aggressive dogs.
My sixteen-year-old brother started walking the route with me when he realized where it was. I didn't have the route for long. Once my father became fully aware of the situation, he made me quit. He was all fired up to go talk to those people about their dogs, but my mother talked him out of it. She filed a complaint with animal control. Maybe they got ticketed, but nothing was ever done about the dogs.
It's always sobering when I realize that my father has now been dead for almost as many years as he was alive.
~Illsa~
Lol. Thanks for the giggle.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, on behalf of Illsa and The Cheese.
DeleteI'm not sure what you find amusing about this piece. She was discussing feeling afraid of aggressive dogs, and remembering her father, who is long dead. I guess I don't see the humor in it.
DeleteThanks for sharing your story behind the haiga. What a scary tale when you think about it. Good for your dad ... I know what you means when our loved ones are gone and yet, somehow it seems that our memories place them somewhere like, just a week or so ago.
ReplyDeleteThank you, on behalf of Illsa. My own father died a few years ago. Unlike Illsa's father, he was a senior and had been ill for quite some time, so his death was anticipated. However, it sometimes still startles me to realize that I will never (in this life) see or talk to him again.
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