The Story of Homer

The Odyssey of Homer
By
Jim Hawley

Chapter One

With his blonde mane blowing in the breeze of a Denver October, Homer strolled around the wood fence, inspecting all the perimeter. He had been here for over nine months and had walked this fence many times.

Finally he found it. There was one small hole in the fence. He had first discovered it two weeks before. Then it had been much smaller, but he had worked it with his teeth almost every day since then. He lowered his head and began to chew.

“What are you doing there, kid?”

Homer jumped, startled by the voice. He turned to face Hector. Hector was a large boxer with drooping, always salivating jaws.

“Just playing.” was Homer’s non-committal answer.

“Well, just play somewhere else. I don’t like you around my fence.”

Hector was the oldest dog of the family and somewhat of a bully.

“You heard him, kid. Move on.” This from Helen.

Homer had been so distracted by Hector that he did not see Helen approach. She was a beautiful collie. She was large also, but not as large as Hector.

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