How a dog thief turned philanthropist led me to a lipstick inspired shooting story
Watching a program about humanity’s furry friends and the multitude of ways people and other animals interact, I learned about an incident that stuck heavily in my mind long after the program was over.
The show talked about a dog that had long been known for appropriating items and taking them to his own toy box.
The wife of the family owning the habitually larcenous canine became sick with cancer. She was released from the hospital. In her weakened condition, she could not go upstairs to her bedroom but could only sleep on the couch that was downstairs.
One day she awoke to find herself surrounded by dog toys and small items. Further examination showed that the toy box of the relentlessly acquisitive dog was empty.
The dog had put all of his possessions beside the ailing woman.
Why had he done this? I thought about this question and ran it by several of my friends. Possible answers thought of by myself and others were that the dog was trying to engage the woman in activity or was trying to cheer her up by giving her the items that the dog knew made him feel good. Perhaps the dog believed that he could aid her healing by giving her what he found most precious.
For a long time, this story percolated in my mind.
On another day, I happened to hear a Golden Oldie: “Lipstick on your collar/Told a tale on you, boy/Lipstick on your collar/Said you were untrue.”
The scenario of the song began playing out in my mind. What if the lipstick were even more blatant than being on the collar? What if . . . ?
The story of the generous dog and the song’s tale of the carelessly unfaithful man are completely unrelated. But somehow they coalesced in my mind to form a short story. It is called “The Life that Lipstick Split in Half” and is online at http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=372494.
What do my readers think of how I melded these stories into my own special, fictional short story?
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DENISE !
You wrote a story for LITEROTICA ??
Naughty dog. Naughty dog.
And you want ME to go there.
I suppose I will have to trot off over there to read it, but if I get diverted to sniffing around more fragrant and flagrant parts, it will be ALL your fault. And woe betide you if I am perverted and corrupted and lose all sense of decency. I might just come back here and leave differently toned comments !
July 17th, 2008
Well written as usual, Denise, but compared to the commotions in the other rooms, it was a tad tame. Fishnet pantihose indeed ! I hope you read my comments
July 17th, 2008
amfortas, I’ve read your comments here and find them interesting. : ) I didn’t see any comments on the other website where the story is actually posted.
July 17th, 2008
There are 6 comments there for you and mine should have been the seventh. But maybe they have a time lapse, like MND does, or a scrutineer to make sure nothing rude is put on their site (splutter, splutter, gwfahw)
Perhaps we should send a search party from MND to find it. There’s safety in numbers.
July 17th, 2008
amfortas, your comment still isn’t up at my story. I think you may have input it incorrectly. Could you try again, friend?
July 19th, 2008
What is a nice girl like you doing in a place like that? You are leading me into temptation with a comparatively tame little tale, very nicely written, but surrounded by utter depravity. Have you looked at the company you are keeping? The words used ! By the Lord Harry, I was stuck in there for hours!
Your words were chaste and well ordered and hardly a purient one in sight. I think the nearest to the money that you got was ‘fishnet pantihose’, hardly the most alluring. It didn’t even have a name ! I think you need to do some research in the Lingerie Depatment of your local big store to see what they are calling intimate ladies’ items these days.
Your story was considerably more complex than practically any of the small sample of others that I read. (about 650 before I managed to escape). They were for for research purposes you understand.
The husband was a very understanding chap and few would be so forgiving of a wife who blew her stack – instead of him – and shot him. And as a chap, I can attest, that if a huge amount of lipstick was deposited on me, I would notice it. But I was pleased to see that she went to jail for her actions. It was a fiction story after all.
Now. When are you going to write something really rude? You might need to use a pseudonym.
July 19th, 2008