Not sure what the prompt was

There are so many young people here. This is proof, in any were needed, of how long ago my life went off track. I have to start at the beginning again. I have wasted so many years.

Another Story

I have grown to hate my dog. He has changed and I can’t tolerate his behaviour anymore.

It used to be different, we used to be happy, all of us together. Me, Mel and the the two little ones. The perfect family, mum, dad, Casey and Phil and our mongrel dog (Mel insisted he was a Golden retriever mix) Boppi.

Boppi was great with the kids. Playful, protective and gentle no matter how rough they were with him. They loved him. When me and Mel got together she was not too keen on Boppi, she thought him ugly with his long fur that was a shade of dull brown with patches of grey. But she could see how much he meant to me.

God I miss her.I miss that life. I’d do anything to get that life back. Me and Mel tried, we tried until we got tired of trying.

Boppi has a permanent sneer on his face. He growls and barks all the time. He’ll take his food and water from me but nothing else. He snaps at me when I try to take him for a walk.