Andy and The Zodiac Crystal – Chapter 26

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Andy and The Zodiac Crystal – Chapter 26

“Wait!” Chris yelled, as I was about to ring the doorbell of the large white house.

“WHAT?! I need to put a stop to this! These dogs are being abused and they don’t deserve it!” I said rather angrily.

“Hey Joe, did you just hear what that kid just said who’s at our front door right now?”

“Yeah how does he know we’re being abused anyway?”

“Don’t you think the more important question Joe is why we’re able to understand what he’s saying?”

“Ugh! You can understand me because I have a special gift ok?” I responded to the dogs feeling overly frustrated, as I headed off the front porch and over to them.

“What? Are they talking to you right now?” Chris asked, as he and Laura approached the dogs as well.

“Yeah, sort of. They are trying to figure out why they can communicate with me just like the ducks were. And I’m beginning to realize that anytime I use this ability I’m going to have to explain it to whatever type of creature I’m talking to!

“Man, he’s a little testy isn’t he Paul?”

“He sure is. Maybe he’s just a little backed up right now you know what I mean Joe?”

The two of them stared laughing, which to Laura and Chris sounded like rapid short barks.

“What’s with them?” said Laura pulling her hand back, thinking they were going to bite her.

“They’re making fun of me and thinking I’m constipated if you can believe that.”

“Well you are kind of acting like that right now Andy you know…” said Chris as he began to laugh along with Paul and Joe.

“Whatever! Look, I’m not backed up! Seriously I’m ticked that you two are being abused. I just want to give your owner a piece of my mind!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” said Paul.

“I’m with him on that one…” said Joe.

“Why?” 

“Because he’s dangerous.” Paul said putting his tail between his legs.

“You mean because he abuses you?” 

“No, because he has this long pointed thing that has killed other animals. We’ve seen him do it.” Joe said, as he began to shake in fear.

I reached down to pet Joe, hoping somehow it may help him to calm down. I could see he obviously was really scared.

“You mean a rifle? Does it make a totally loud noise every time it goes off?” I asked.

“Uh huh…” said Joe.

“He sounds like he’s a hunter. Does he use the rifle to kill deer?”

“Yes. But he also points it at us when he’s really mad and that is usually what precedes him kicking us really hard.” Joe said, somewhat calmer, obviously enjoying the fact I was petting him. 

Laura meanwhile was stroking Paul behind the ears, seeing it was helping him to remain calmer as well.

“Andy, ask them what makes their owner so angry?” said Chris while placing his hand on my back.

“It only happens after he drinks a number of these cans of this nasty smelling stuff.”  Joe said in response to Chris’s question.

“Did you just understand what I asked?” Chris said.

“We sure did. It was like one second you were talking gibberish, and the next second we knew what you were asking.” Paul said answering for the two of them.

“Man, how cool is that. It must be because I had my hand on your back Andy.”

Laura then immediately placed her hand on my shoulder and blurted out the same question Chris had just asked about why their owner was so angry, obviously not having heard the answer Joe already gave us.

“So he’s a drunk then!” Laura said in disgust after Joe answered it again in the same way.

Laura and I had both seen our share of drunkenness in our own family a long time ago when my father battled alcoholism for a few years. Thankfully he found some program called Alcoholics Anonymous that really helped him and hasn’t touched a drop since.

“If you mean him yelling, screaming, throwing things, falling down, and then taking it all out on us, then yes.” Paul said in a very somber way.

“Where is he right now?” I asked, wondering why he hadn’t come out into his front yard given the three of us had been spending all this time with his animals.

“He’s asleep on the couch…” said Paul.

“You mean he’s passed out, from drinking too much…” said Laura adamantly.

“Well if that’s what you call what happens after drinking two dozen or so of those nasty smelling beverages then yes…” said Joe heatedly.

“Hey, have you guys even eaten anything today?” I asked, beginning to notice how undernourished they looked.

“We haven’t had anything to eat since I think it was yesterday. Or was it the day before Joe?”  

“It was the day before yesterday Paul. And don’t remind me, I’m starving.”

“This has got to stop Chris. We have to do something about this.” I said feeling angry again.

“Andy, you know you can’t rationalize with a drunk.” Laura said reminding me of what it was like when my father used to drink.

“Well what do we do then?” I said looking at Chris truly hoping his skills at being a Guardian were going to provide the answer.

“We’re going to take them back to the cabin with us right now.” Chris said without blinking an eye.

“We’re going to do what?” I said, thinking Chris would have come up with a better plan than this. “And what do think our parents are going to think about this? And how are we going to convince them that these two guys need help anyway?” I asked, wondering how this plan could possibly work.

“We’re going to have them call the local Humane Society and have them do an investigation.”

“Please don’t do that.” Paul begged. “They’re probably only going to take us to the pound and dogs our age rarely leave there!”

“I don’t think they will do that. The Humane Society is not the pound and I will personally make sure we find a better solution than the two of you ending up in a dog pound.” Chris said with confidence.

“Hey Andy, maybe Mom and Dad will let us keep them?” Laura said excitedly.

“Look, they’re not even our dogs and we’re acting like they are. First things first. We need to get them some food and better care immediately alright?” I said in a serious tone.

“I absolutely agree…” said Chris.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” said Laura nodding her head in approval.

“You think it’s safe to trust them Joe?” said Paul feeling slightly nervous.

“I trust this kid. I mean he does have this weird ability to communicate with us. That’s something I don’t think we should take lightly don’t you think Paul?”

“Honestly, as long as I can get some food, I don’t care where they take us at this point Joe.”

And with that, they stood up somewhat slowly, obviously weakened from being malnourished, and were ready to follow us back to the cabin.

“So what do you think of your new ability now Andy?” said Chris as we headed down the sidewalk in the direction of where we were staying.

“I think I’m going to hold off from answering that until we get these guys some help.” I responded somewhat glumly, knowing that until they got some help I wasn’t going to feel any better.

“Hey, I just want to say thanks Andy, from the both of us…” said Paul.

“For what?” I asked curiously.

“For caring about two old dogs. We haven’t been cared for in a good long time.”

“Well you deserve it and as I said before, no one deserves to be abused, humans nor animals.”

“Not everyone feels like you though Andy.” Joe chimed in.

“Yeah, sadly, I know that all too well now…”

I walked the rest of the way in silence back to the cabin with my heart feeling extremely heavy because of what I had learned about Paul and Joe. It really made me wonder how many other animals in this world go through this type of terrible treatment every day. Laura and Chris on the other hand spent the rest of the walk back occasionally touching me to talk with Paul and Joe, asking things like what they liked to eat and what fun they liked to have.

When we finally reached the porch stairs of our cabin, I began to feel a little afraid, only because I honestly didn’t know how Chris was going to explain any of this to our parents…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

Author: Andrew Arthur Dawson

A teacher of meditation, a motivational speaker, a reader of numerology, and a writer by trade, Andrew Arthur Dawson is a spiritual man devoted to serving his Higher Power and bringing a lot more light and love into this world. This blog, www.thetwelfthstep.com is just one of those ways...

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