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The Lords Canine Paula Freda

The Lords Canine

Paula Freda

Published January 1st 2009
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8 pages
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EXCERPTS:....Early each morning, as he had done for thirty-five years, Mr. Pelenni left his small Cape Cod and walked across the street to fulfill his duties as Custodian and Caretaker of his parish church which he had lovingly nicknamed, The AngelsMoreEXCERPTS:....Early each morning, as he had done for thirty-five years, Mr. Pelenni left his small Cape Cod and walked across the street to fulfill his duties as Custodian and Caretaker of his parish church which he had lovingly nicknamed, The Angels Walkway - This Way to Heaven. His dog Walter, half shepherd, half beagle, his dark nose shiny and moist, his ears not quite floppy, nor quite straight up and pointed, yet acutely alert, and his tail wagging, accompanied Mr. Pelenni to the Churchs side entrance. Mr. Pelenni always left the vestibules door to the Church Main open so that Walter, trained to lie quietly in the vestibule, could watch his friend and benefactor go about his duties beautifying and protecting the peace and solitude of this exquisite gentle place, to the edification of the silent robed man who stood guard on a raised platform above the Main Altar. Walter knew this bearded Man was very special because Mr. Pelenni always knelt down in obeisance each time he passed in front him. This Man was obviously the Leader of the Pack, and Mr. Pelenni was his right hand man. The Man had a beautiful smile and Walter liked the way His eyes gazed benignly, His left hand upon His chest, His right hand beckoning, and His head bowed slightly in welcome....In warm weather Mr. Pelenni tilted open the base partitions of the stained glass windows. This morning the sun was high and the potent smell of new flowers blooming in the warming air filled the Church and tickled Walters nose. Only a few more hours and Mr. Pelenni and he would walk back across the street to their home and dinner. Walter snuggled down and stretched his front legs more comfortably. He settled his chin upon his front paws for a lazy nap cloaked under the comforting soft reverberating sounds of Mr. Pelenni moving about his duties in the church proper....Walter started, his eyes opened. His ears pricked up as far as his mixed breed would allow, as the double front doors to Church were pushed open savagely, the loud clap reverberating through the empty Church. Three Men in short coats entered and Walter immediately sensed they were not friendly. Startled as well, at a side altar, Mr. Pelenni, midway up a four-step ladder, in the midst of dusting a blue cloaked statue of the mother of the silent Man who stood guard above the front altar, stopped and turned to gaze at the three men. Walter immediately sensed his benefactors alarm and fear. He growled low in his throat, but he held back, remembering his training not to enter the Church proper. He waited to see and hear Mr. Pelennis instructions....The three men moved jauntily toward Mr. Pelenni. They each carried a canvas laundry bag, like the one he often saw Mrs. Pelenni use for soiled clothing. Walter rose on his haunches as one of the men, the taller, stockier one, approached the ladder and said something menacing to Mr. Pelenni, who shook his head and replied, This is Gods House! The intruder laughed and then pushed Mr. Pelenni off the ladder.... It was too much. Instructions forgotten, Walter vaulted through the side door. One instruction remained. He did not attack. But he planted himself in front of the Sanctuary. Walter growled low in his throat. The three men stared menacingly at Walter. The stockier one laughed. He had stopped walking forward, but he moved his arm and hand very slowly, reaching into a side pocket of his pants. Walter had never seen a gun. If the man was offering him food, he would not accept it.This pack had hurt his benefactor and was taking things that belonged to the gentle and silent Leader of his pack. Walter snarled. He would protect....