ENDURE - CHAPTER VII - EXODUS - by Zinny
My first team was three boy pups and five girls. The boys were two black and one yellow: Little-Big-Feet, Rude Boy The Alpha, and Nibbles The Runt, respectively. Of the girls, two were black and two were yellow: Barkey and Dozer, Itchy Tail and Dreamer. Plus one glorious chocolate lunatic, Fights-On-Her-Back.
ENDURE – Chapter VI: The Fall of the Flying Dogs - by Zinny
Beyond The Stars lay only The Lair and The Great Black Dog. There was no scent to follow, no wind to carry him, no sound to mark the way. So Sēnmurw closed his eyes and flew on, trusting the ancient path The Great Mother Dog had hidden in every Dog's heart.
ENDURE – Chapter V: All the Great Dogs - by Zinny
One afternoon, when they were about four weeks old and began to believe they understood the world, the bright yellow pup called Itchy Tail lifted his nose and asked, "Mumma, why do we live up here in the sky? Dogs belong on the ground. We should be sniffing things, chasing those awful squirrels, and...
ENDURE – Chapter IV: Trembling Paws - by Zinny
It was like nothing I had ever seen. It was beautiful. I could not help but wonder whether The Ocean was alive. It was certainly infinite. It stretched before me as a loud, rhythmic beast. I felt its constant breath, and when I squarely faced it, cool air blew deep into my ears. I...
ENDURE – Chapter III: A Lifetime of Doug - by Zinny
It is April on Southport Island now, and the cabin is open. This precious cabin. There is solace for an old dog here, perhaps even something like heaven. I bathe in the warm sun of the sliding glass doors until I grow sleepy. There is no crate here. There is swimming and walkies, and...
ENDURE – Chapter II: The Open Door - by Zinny
I've heard some Bipeds say my story is too sad to continue reading. Others say they grow angry whilst reading it. I find both reactions curious. If anything, my story is one of love and triumph. Would you read my life's tale if I had been fed with a silver spoon? Gotten to work...
ENDURE – Chapter I: Saudade - by Zinny
Do not judge my mother. Do not think her wicked. A body that has carried twelve beating hearts to birth stands already at the edge of surrender. She was emptied by us — not only of milk, but of something softer and more fragile. Even in those first days I sensed a heaviness in...
SKIBIDI - by Zinny
I'm Zinnia. Mmmm... Hmmmm... Like I'm only writing this because Liana said I had to. Don't come at me if there's lots of typos. I hate skool. Skool is for Spastic Nerfdogs. I'm Zinnia, the new dog at Chez Salty, mmm-hmmm. I'm the ONLY girl dog, AND I'm the ONLY yellow dog. That's a...