The 16 oz. Hammer weighed heavy in my hand,……His blood,.. dripping from the hammerhead……….
The neighbor next door had called,..saying that my friend was acting very strange…..The last he seen of him,.. he was going into the house. ….As I entered the house I called his name. …..There was no answer…..Knowing that he enjoyed the cool basement on these hot summer days.
I thought I would look for him there.
As I stepped off the last step of the stairs,….I spotted him over in the dark corner.,….I called his name again,…..From the look on his face I could tell we were still friends.
Then his eyes grew wide with anger,…With no warning he charged straight at me.
I stepped to the side,.. missing his charge,…the hammer lay on the bench nearby,…I grabbed it …..Just as he attacked again.
The first swing of the hammer was a miss,….I could tell it just made him mad.
Now I was in the dark corner,…and there was no way out.
The second time I swing the hammer,…I hit the side of his head.
The more I swing the hammer,… more anger showed on his face.
No way out,…….. I had To kill him.
The next time I hit him,..after many misses,….The hammer landed right between his eyes.
Standing there,….With tears in my eyes,.. looking at my dead friend,…Wondering what went wrong,….
I set down in his pool of blood and brushed the fur of the best dog that ever lived,…..MY Best Friend.
This didn`t really happen,…but it could be true somewhere,…
I`ve had dogs all my life,..and it`s never a good time when we have to put one down.
I do service work and sometimes I think I may need a big hammer,….When a big dog comes charging at me,….it`s really very scary when a dogs looks like he`s ready to attack you.