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about how my obsession with getting a dog became my undoing so gather round and listen close I don't know if I can accurately scribe to you how much I've wanted a dog throughout my entire life, the idea of owning a dog consume and my every waking thought when I was little, which was probably exam by the fact that both of my parents were allergic, which meant until I moved out of their house, I was stuck with a goldfish named Goldie until he died. When I was ten because of that I grew up. The about the day when I could finally march right into a pet shop.

Or shelter or whatever and pick out the one I wanted. Who is older and my friends wanted to go to the mall to shop for clothes? I would wonder over the pet store and spend hours, just watching their little furry faces from behind the glass hoping that one day one of them would be mine because had unlimited time growing up to think about this very subject. And many years ruminating on the exact breed that I would take home with me one day and whether it would be a large dog or a small dog shorthair longhair boxer bulldog, dash it Hound Doberman. Finally, I settled on the italian greyhound very exotic I loved how long and lean and graceful their bodies were. They also looked. Weird alien animals from some other planet which, for some reason, maybe want one even more by the time. I realize they were my dream dog. I had turned my obsession something more than I could even put into words, and I began,

channel my emotions through painting and art. As a way to express myself. I would often go back to the pet store, almost Every weekend is just stare at the puppies I was in. So much that the boy who worked behind the counter new me and as soon as I would come in, if it wasn't too busy, he pulled out The greyhound puppies for me to play with in the little meet and greet room. I think he thought maybe the puppies were just some kind of like and then I was really coming in to see him because eventually ask me out and seemed totally more provide when I turned him down, but I really was there just for the dogs. I was up Sest. When I graduated high school and moved across the country to attend college for art. I foolishly thought I could a dog back to my dorm room, but of course pets. Weren't allowed just like candles. But I also found out so I spent another four years on top of the first eighteen of my life, hoping so desperately that I could have a dog. Then when I

finally graduated college, I moved back to my hometown couple of roommates that put their foot down about having a pet in the house, so I couldn't with them there on the least two, but one day in October my three roommates were all at their respective day jobs across the city warehouse like full. Artist, but we had to make a living somehow, which meant most of us either were waiters at restaurants or worked as baristas a coffee shops. So on this it was my day off and I spent the morning painting in our collective, like studio area in the attic before breaking for lunch, I made myself a bagel and cream cheese sandwich, washing it down with a carton of milk when I hear the doorbell ring This is weird, like normally delivery man just left packages at our doorstep and most of us too poor to order anything anyways. So I go to the door, but when I did no one was there. I was about to head back inside. When I hear this whimpering to my left so slowly, I follow the sound

until I find an animal clearly injured and in pain laying in our alley behind the house instantly. My body filled with joy, When I realized it was a dog- and I didn't know who's it was or where it had come from, but I knew somehow that the universe had sent it to me to heal it. I got closer. I realize it's not just any dog, it was the dog in Italian Greyhound the very dog that I'd always wanted to own. I could barely Believe my luck, so I scooped up this dog in my arm. The cradling it against my body and surprisingly, it didn't argue or fight with me in it almost seemed to collapse into my body as soon as I scooped it up, I could tell the dog was badly hurt. An it looks like one of its legs were severely broken. My heart just broke for this poor thing I

notice the dogs collar an checked for the name of an owner, but it just had one word Goldie the same name. Is my goldfish. You believe it- and this seems like a strange coincidence and for a second, I almost wondered if someone was playing a cruel trick on me, but then my thoughts were distracted by something else. As I turn the corner to head to my house, I spotted a strange dark figure. Toward me down the street. I didn't know why, but I felt like this person was coming for Goldie. I wondered briefly if this was the same person who hurt the dog in the first place and was coming to finish what they started. I shuffled inside before the figure could reach the house maneuvering my hand to the doorknob will still crate. The frightened dog in my arms, Finally, I managed inside shutting the door with my foot, hoping I wasn't seen by whoever that person was bass, Goldie on the floor, gingerly then quickly double locked the door. But when I moved to peer out the window,

if they were still there, the figure was gone. For second, I almost thought I imagined it completely the dog How are behind me and instantly everything else disappeared from my brain, my natural pet owner instincts, We have been kept dormant. My entire life suddenly kicked in. I ran to the kitchen fill up a bowl with water and place it in front of the poor little thing at this point I could tell that Goldie was a girl and my heart burst. I had always wanted girl, but how was I going to tell my roommates? They had been firm and were exposed that none of us were allowed to bring pets into the house. We diva voted on it? Three two one One night, when I tried to bring home a stray cat that I found in the dumpster behind my work. They threw it out into the street as I was crying and begging to keep it. Now I mean in retrospect I had behaved a little crazily, I mean I'll admit it. The cat was clearly like flea

in an mangy and it could have brought any number of diseases into the house with it. But what can I say? I love animals, This time, though, I needed to figure out a plan before everyone got home, so I gather all the in my arms again promising. I was going to take care of her and I quickly ascended the steps to the attic I planned on making a little home for her up there until I could figure out exactly what to do and how I would tell my roommates as who is goalie was settled amongst my paints. I dashed around the house. Stockpiling supplies, extra blankets and pillows were easy, but my offerings for food were next to none I was in the middle of trying to decide if she would prefer a can of baked beans or a leftover bowl of rice. When the doorbell rang, I felt. Ingles sensation run up and down my spine again we don't get packages and Finally, don't get visitors in the middle of the day, two and in one day was basically unheard of, which is why I exercised a certain amount of

rather than immediately opening the door. Instead, I cracked around the living room where I had a in view of the porch I peeked through the window and sure enough. There was the same dark figure on my front step I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and the only sound I could make was just this tiny gasp for air the figure was a man with long hair. Even longer dark trench coat. I had no doubt in my mind now that this was the man who hurt Goldie. He rang doorbell again impatiently, but I knew immediately that I wasn't going to open the door a few seconds by and he pounds on the door with his fist and for a second I'm worried that he intends to breakdown the door. But then he just stops. He pauses for a moment and then turns

and stocks off the property without another word I finally was able to read a sigh of relief, hoping that this was the last time I would ever see him. I quietly lift myself off the couch away. From my vantage point at the window back in the kitchen I decide I can't feed Goldie any of the stuff that I have. That means I only have one. Option. There's a corner store just down the street from my house. If I can make it there without running into that dark figure, I can get Goldie the proper dog food that she deserves. So. I gather my hair into a bun and I decide to throw on a bunch of trench coats over. My body This man in the trench coat wanted to look scary. So was I I take a deep breath and I head out the front door in.

And I shouldn't have been scared. It's like brightly lit outside. I see no one and I make it to the corner store with no problem. I pay for a couple of cans of dog food, but that's when I see it the flyer it says missing dog answers. To and then there's a photo of Goldie, my Goldie a few years younger, but healthy and beautiful. There number at the bottom of the flyer in them. And I was just racked with indecision. I don't know what to do. I mean part of me, still things that man is terrifying and he probably was the one that hurt the dog, but also would have these men didn't have anything to do with Goldie, and I was robbing some poor family of their beloved pet. The guilt was just too much So I take out my cell phone and begin to dial deciding that if someone answered I just like make something up to test who they were, hi there putting up the flyers and I wouldn't let them know that I had Goldie until

So I knew that I was going to return her the phone rings and rings and I'm just want to hang up when a small voice answers and it sounds like a little wait, maybe, like eight or nine years old, an I tell him hi. I am calling about the missing dog and based on the other end of the phone starts to weep, which makes my heart start to break, and I think back on all those. When I was younger and all I wanted was a dog, even though I never had one and I imagine being a little kid and finally having the pet of your dreams only for it to run away and disappear like who was I to rob this boy of his childhood? The boy puts me on the phone with his father and the Father sounds pleasant enough and I find it hard I believe that he was the man who followed me before I tell him that I have Goldie in my car an I can bring her wherever he wants the man gives. Address and I make my way back to the house

when I arrive back at my house, I ascend the steps, the attic slowly, knowing that these were my last moments with Goldie and I try to cry or act emotional I mean I know I haven't known her that long and dogs can sense those types of things I wanted Goldie to be happy, even if she couldn't be happy with me when I finally. To the landing to the attic. I am close to tears, but I keep it together, Goldie sleeping peacefully on her little bed that I made for her, and all I can think is that she'll never sleep on that. Again an hour later, I'm sitting in front of the house that corresponds to the address. I was given. It's a pleasant enough street actually fairly close to my childhood home and I wonder if I might know the family that lives behind the house that I was about to enter, but Iraq my brain, and I just can't place it. I tell gold that I'll never forget her. I gather her back into my arms for the final time and walked to ring the doorbell

as soon as the door opens. I'm greeted by a tall, clean, shaven man wearing a simple pair of blue jeans. He's younger than I expected. I guess, because his son, sounded like eight or nine. I expected him to be in his 30s, but he looked younger almost my age and he looks milyar, but no one that I can place again. This This is kind of in my old neighborhood, so maybe he's someone that I would have seen around. He greets me with normal pleasantries. An ushers me inside once in the living room. I set Goldie down on the ground, but for some reason she yelps out loud and then runs into the next room ask the man where his son is because I wanted to see the look on the little boy's face when he sees Goldie for the first time. But the man tells me that he left to visit a friend's house and all at once, like I feel pointed and then regretful that I even came at all like, should I just kept Goldie for myself this little boy didn't serve her. He was even going to bother to wait around for her in the first place. Maybe the boy was careless, maybe cool the way

I need to escape from this house and that's why she was on the street. In the first place I mean rooted in the middle of my thoughts when the man asked. If I want to see gold, these puppies and my stomach drops to the bottom of my feet, if I couldn't have Goldie her offspring was the next best thing Maybe I could actually have my dream dog. After all, I nod my head vigorously and he smiles something about his file is so familiar, but I was over trying to place him at this point. All I could think of was my future greyhound waiting for me somewhere in this house, the man just It's me to follow him, and I do the house isn't that big and we go down a small hallway towards a door, on the right all the way. At the end, as I walked past, the two opened always in the hallway I glance into each of them. One. On my left and one on my right, I was looking for Goldie. I wanted to catch one more glimpse of her. He. Change the last Doran gestures down. Ladies first,

there's this stairway. That leads into the basement and, as my foot hits the first step, what I saw in those rooms finally registers one bedroom, one back: there is no room for a kid in the bathroom sink had been covered in long hair.

Just like the man who followed Goldie before I can do anything. The man shoves me down the stairs, I'm so disoriented. By the time they hit the floor. I can't even tell which direction the staircases in I'm just surrounded by inky blackness, but I try to pull myself up onto my feet before I can even open my mouth to cry out for help his arms or around me in his hand, is covering my mouth. I struggle with him, but he stronger than me and he's quick before I know it. My wrists and ankles are bound with zip ties. Duck tape covers my mouth and he's thrown back on the ground. I hear his footsteps go quickly back up the stairs and the door slams behind him. I didn't know what to do. I can't believe I was so stupid. I cannot believe I got myself into this situation. I can't see anything. I can't hear anything I like that for hours

light appears above the stairs and the man is standing at the landing. It's just his shadow until he throws on the light, switch and the burst of life is a violent assault on the eyes would have just gotten used to the darkness of the basement. I slowly opened my eyes back up to look at him and suddenly I see it. I don't know how I didn't see it before. He was the boy that worked at the pet shop, a grown man. Now I guess, but it a muffled noise from behind the duct tape and he sees the recognition senses. My fear and he just nods Easter is to move slowly down the steps each creaky step, closer to where I still lay on the floor In that moment, that final step that he took onto the cement next, to where I lay I instantly knew

I never leave this basement because I know how he feels for as long as I wanted a dog he's been wanting me. which episode was written. By Minicia Dean and meet the series was produced by myself and David flowers, and our theme came from Justin Daniel like to read the full story. You can go to our website. Full body, chills, podcasts, calm and be sure to come back Monday will have a new story for you. That will give you full body chills. Full body chills is an audio chuck Prada So what do you think Chuck? Do you approve thanks to simply say for sponsoring the show

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