She wasn’t my dog, the boxer with a coat the colour of fox fur, leaping and shivering with pleasure. She wasn’t even my aunt’s. Away from home, I was only four, with my aunt and her current suitor on a jaunt to the Essex coast for four days. I was just a pawn, a red herring, playing on the shore, while they strolled, steeped in amour. That bouncing, drooling boxer was my trusty companion until one afternoon, back in our chalet, she jumped on the sofa and peed on me. Kim M. Russell, 17th April 2022
It’s Easter Sunday and day seventeen of NaPoWriMo! Today’s prompt was developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry; it asks us to think about dogs we have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take us. I have already written about this incident in a poem that was published in the Emma press Anthology of Aunts. Bunty really made an impression on me! I don’t have any photos from that holiday, but I found a fabulous one of a boxer on Dreamstime.