by Fantasia Dog
It was a normal day until my friend’s face fell off.
Wait, the human says I can’t start like that. She says readers need context.
I’ll start again.
One of my best friends is Bear. If you ever visit my house you will probably meet Bear, because I introduce her to everyone I like. So far I haven’t met a human I didn’t like. I’ve met some dogs I don’t like, because they bark mean things at me when my human and I go for walks, but that’s another story.
Here is a photo of me with Bear. Bear’s the little one.
Bear and I play together a lot. Sometimes the games get a little “ruff”. (That’s doggy humour. I know the word is really “rough”, but “ruff” is like barking. Oh the human says I don’t need to explain that.)
Sometimes, the game gets so rough one of us (Bear) gets a bit hurt. She’s had lots of stitches, but she never minds because it’s all in good fun.
The other day, after Bear and I had been playing, I went off to do something else. The human called me back, and said, “Fanta, what the hell?”
I looked where she was pointing, and then gave her a look that said, “What the hell, indeed?”
Most of my friend’s face was gone. Instead her nose and mouth and face, there was just a large hole.
I was totally unprepared for this situation. I know the human writes horror stories and knows about this stuff, but missing faces was something totally new to me.
The human shook her head and said, “This is going to take more than a couple of stitches. There may be no coming back from this.”
I glared at her.
She went and got her sewing things.
She put back all of the stuffing she could find, and then put fabric scraps on top of that. She started sewing.
She got out her embroidery threads, and started to put a new face on Bear. I was doubtful it would work. Bear’s face did not look like that.
I tried to explain to the human that that was not how bear looked, but the human said she was doing her best.
I don’t believe her best was good enough.
When the human was finished, she gave me this thing. It wasn’t my Bear. Well it was part my Bear, but it had someone else’s face.
Now what do I do? Instead of my very best friend, I only have part of my very best friend. I have a FrankenBear!
I am a most disappointed dog.
Fanta is a graduate of the Animal Welfare League Qld shelter, where she was known as Fantasia. On arrival at her forever home, her full name was declared too pretentious, and she became known as Fanta. Occasionally, when she emits noxious gases, she is known as Fartica or Fartica the Hellhound. She likes walks, playing, eating, more eating, and cats when they don’t bite her ears. She dislikes baths, cats when they do bite her ears, and dogs who bark at her when she’s out walking. Although she owns approximately a zillion toys, she only likes to play with Bear, Crocodile and Elephant.