Under the Lamp Post Chapters – Page 2

June 5, 2015

Under The Lamp Post – Chapter 4

Flipping on the porch light, Diana unlocks the front door and I throw myself forward. I have no self-control. I need out and I need out now. Everything I learned from David at Bark Busters doesn’t exist in my mind. I only know I have to help my friend. Diana opens the door. I gamble and win, running right between her legs and out onto the porch. I stand for a second on the top step as my eyes adjust to the bright light. The sudden flood of light startles it just enough to drop its hold on Duchess. With […]

June 2, 2015

Under The Lamp Post – Chapter 3

The lamp post desperately flicks on. Sound fills every inch of my shadowy bedroom, slamming through the air, shattering my ears. First louder, then quieter, as it echoes down the street towards the wooded darkness. I hear her paws dragging along the cement sidewalk. Every single hair rises and forms a ridge down my back. I whine and for once, and I mean this is the only time ever, I don’t bark. In fact, I barely move. If I move it would find me too. I want to go to full battle stations mode. I really do. I want to […]

May 29, 2015

Under The Lamp Post – Chapter 2

It’s getting late. Michael needs to sleep and Diana can’t sleep at all. “Come on, Sasha. Let’s go sleep in The Girl Room.” We quietly slip from the bed and creep across the shadowy carpeting. Diana slowly opens the door. I always get excited when we get up during the night. I’m ever hopeful that we are going on a surprise walk or doing something super top secret and almost always completely forget my sit/stay practice and throw myself at the door. “Shhh…Sasha…off…no scratching…no jumping.” Diana whispers quietly and picks me up into her arms. With one hand she closes […]

May 26, 2015

Under The Lamp Post – Chapter 1

Good Pals day to you. Join us and read along as Sasha begins telling “Under The Lamp Post – A Cherry Wood Lane Pals Mystery.” I could lie on my back, with my paws up in the air, forever. I rub my short, fox red fur against the cotton blankets and relax my tail. The late night breeze nuzzles my pink belly. I am free, happy, and not afraid any longer. Warm, drowsy summer nights cure me. As each night passes, I forget a little more of the terrible days before I came to live on Cherry Wood Lane. Memories of […]