TITLE: FRIED LIVER
GENRE: MG Contemporary
He was the mangiest mutt you ever saw—matted up fur the color of mud and bone skinny. That dog came out of nowhere, walked up onto the porch and plopped his ugly self down.
Dad hefted a box from the back of the U-Haul truck. I could see the dog from where I sat on the bumper, but Dad couldn’t. He almost tripped over him. “What was that, Mike?”
“It’s a dog!” I hustled to the porch for a closer look. The mutt didn’t move a muscle.
Dad set down the box, bent over the dog, then stood up. “Whew! That critter is filthy.” Dirt and Dad were enemies. He clapped his hands and yelled, “Scoot!”
The dog didn’t scoot. He didn’t even flinch.
“Skeedaddle,” Dad tried. “Get on home now, ya hear!”
The dog lifted his head and looked at us. It was one sad look.
“Can’t we keep him?" I held my breath while Dad eyed me, then the dog. “Please? I’ll clean him up!”
“Well, he’s sure in no hurry to leave.” Dad scratched his buzz like he was thinking hard. “We might be able to break in a new recruit, although I’d say this ol’ fella has seen a battle or two already.”
I emptied my lungs. “Really? Thanks, Dad!”
The dog thunked his tail a couple of times like he was saying “thanks” too. Then he put his big head between his big paws and fell asleep right where he was.