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Post by Hedge on Jul 5, 2003 7:01:17 GMT -5
Hedge pounds Killer lightly with one paw on top of his head... "How can I ever get through that thick head of yours?"
"Killer, my master's father said that unless people accept someone named Jesus as their personal Saviour and repent of the evil things they've done... that means being truly sorry for what they've done AND NOT DOING IT ANYMORE, they will not go to heaven... he said that Jesus is the truth, the life and the way... I don't fully understand that, but I do believe that I'll be in a much better place than this one day... Why would you want to believe it would be worse or the same?"
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Post by Killer on Jul 5, 2003 21:45:32 GMT -5
Killer shrugs, actually having gained something from studying his wounded paw--a sliver of glass embedded in the pad. He carefully uses his teeth to dislodge it, keeping one ear tilted to Hedge.
"I dunno," he replies quietly, "I just...I guess I just don't think I'm worthy to be in a place where there's no pain...after all the rotten stuff I've done."
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Post by Hedge on Jul 6, 2003 14:15:16 GMT -5
Hedge sighs in resignation as she pours hydrogen peroxide on Killer's paw...
"Killer, I don't know what else to say..."
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Post by Killer on Jul 6, 2003 22:16:28 GMT -5
Killer unsuccessfully tries to stifle a whimper as the peroxide fizzes in the wound. He bites his lower lip to keep it from quivering, having an extremely low tolerance for pain.
"I hate getting medical attention," he whimpers, clutching the forearm of his wounded leg with his good paw, "I'm sorry, Hedge. It's just that...Heaven seems too good to be true, y'know?"
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Post by Hedge on Jul 7, 2003 6:28:06 GMT -5
Hedge holds Killer's paw tightly and gives him a sympathetic smile, both for his physical pain and for his emotional anguish... "I know it stings Killer... it's a nasty gash..."
Blots at the wound with a soft cloth... then wraps soft gauze around his paw and ties it securely once she has made sure the bleeding has stopped...
"I know, Killer, I know... Heaven does sound too good to be true... but it is... and I believe you should try to set your mind on hope instead of despair... you're not in a lab anymore... you are not in a sack dumped in water and left to drown... you were rescued and you have friends... and as long as I'm around, no one is going to hurt you that way again... nobody... not Charlie, not Carface... whom I don't think would really do anything to seriously harm you... he just likes to scare you... not anybody... DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
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Post by Killer on Jul 7, 2003 21:31:40 GMT -5
Killer manages a smile despite the pain, trying to be brave to say the least. He sighs with relief when the sharp sting finally calms to a dull throb.
"Thanks, Hedge," he nods, observing his bandaged paw, impressed by Hedge's job, "You sure you never were a search-and-rescue dog? I don't even wanna think about what this woulda looked like if I'd tried to wrap it myself."
He feels comforted by Hedge's words as he realizes she has taken up a self-appointed task to be his guardian...but why? No one has ever cared enough about him to defend him. It seems almost as unreal as a place as good as Heaven.
"Why do you look out for me, Hedge?" he asks, unable to contain the question as it wanders through his mind, "No one ever asked you to. It's...it's not in your job description, y'know? So...why? I never did anything for you to deserve the favor."
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Post by Hedge on Jul 10, 2003 19:16:16 GMT -5
Hedge hesitates a moment before replying...
"Because... I look past the surface, Killer... I don't look at what you do so much as why you do it... you do what you're told because that's all you've ever known... it's not because you want to, it's because you are told to..."
"Killer, look at me..." Hedge puts a paw underneath Killer's chin and lifts it up... "Be honest... you don't really like doing the mean things Carface tells you to do, do you? Don't you do them because you are scared of him? Come on now... tell the truth..."
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Post by Killer on Jul 10, 2003 22:07:33 GMT -5
Killer tries to avoid eye contact, but Hedge makes that utterly impossible when she lifts his chin, causing him to sit up on his haunches, forepaws raised off the ground.
"Well, I...I guess that's true," he admits quietly, "But...when it comes to Charlie...well...I kinda like to be mean to him 'cause of the rotten stuff he's pulled on me. I really wanted to help the boss push the car when we killed him the first time...and I really wanted to squeeze his head with the pliers, but Carface wouldn't let me. I just wanna get even with that mutt. That's bad, isn't it?"
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Post by Hedge on Jul 19, 2003 12:04:24 GMT -5
"Killer, we all have those feelings... it's called 'getting revenge'... it's not unnatural to want to get revenge... to even plot things in your mind... but, it's not a good idea to actually do it... sometimes somedoggies need to be 'taught a lesson' or maybe you need to 'stick up for yourself or somedoggie else' but, to actually purposely kill/harm somedoggie... I must admit, it isn't right... and you have to learn self-control... turn the other pear... er, cheek... if you know what I mean..."
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Post by Killer on Jul 19, 2003 20:52:19 GMT -5
Killer looks guilty as he's done a little more than just plot revenge--well, actually, Carface did the plotting. Killer was just a pawn to help set the schemes in motion.
"I can forget about Charlie real easy," he replies, adding, "Until the boss gets me started. Then I get ideas, but I never actually make action out of 'em. We only make action outta Carface's plans, y'know. I don't have much time to plot evil...not really. I guess I spend most of my time just tryin' to survive."
He sighs and lies down, crossing his forepaws, his expression pensive as his eyes drift toward the ceiling.
"Ya think Heaven is big enough for all dogs?" he asks, "It seems like earth gets overpopulated, y'know? So many dogs in the pound and stuff. Ya think anybody will hafta wait in line for an opening once we get there?"
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