Photo A.M. Moscoso
This is my dog Hamish Macbeth.
This isn’t the greatest picture in the world but it’s the only picture I have of him and his little toy pig- who I will call Jodi.
Jodi, if you are a horror film fan know that it is the name of demonic character who took the form of a pig in film The Amityville Horror.
Hamish would approve of the name ” Jodi ” for a few good reasons.
Hamish and Jodi had an on and off again relationship.
Sometimes Hamish liked him and most of the time he pretty much hated Jodi because I used Jodi as a training aid. Jodi squeaked when you squeezed him and I used that squeak to get Hamish’s attention. So when I was starting to really work with Hamish on his off-leash recall, Hamish got to really hate Jodi.
Whatever fun thing Hamish was doing- running around sniffing things, playing in the bushes, chasing bugs eating snacks he stole out of my backpack, he had to stop and come forward and sit.
Hamish was good at it, but he started to really, really hate Jodi The Squeaky Pig.
One day I went to the cupboard where I kept Hamish’s training kit- his lead, his reward treats and Jodi.
The treats that Hamish loved were all there. The lead was there and oddly enough one of Hamish’s favorite toys, which I never kept with his work kit was there.
But Jodi was gone.
Hamish was behind waiting for me to get his stuff out so we could go outside and when I turned around with his toy in my hand he looked very happy- ” Good girl! ” that look said to me.
I thought maybe I had forgotten to put Jodi away and Hamish got him.
The lead suspect in the disappearance of Jodi The Squeaky Pig- Hamish Macbeth
age 3 months.
Last Summer- just about a month after Hamish Macbeth turned three years old we moved and when we got to our new place I was in my new office doing some work when I heard a little squeak.
I turned around and Hamish opened his mouth and dropped this on the floor next to my chair:
From Beyond The Grave?
You know, I like the movies about cursed toys- but they are always spooky looking dolls or something.
I don’t think there’s one about little squeaky toys that got into some weird battle of the wills with a dog.
I’m not sure who won the battle in this case, but when I took Jodi out to take his picture this morning I gave him a little squeak and Hamish trotted to my side, sat and when he thought I wasn’t looking he tried to eat Jodi.
I picked Jodi up just in time and put him on the top shelf of my closet.
I think he’ll be there when I get home today.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Hatred Smoldering In The Hills