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A Dog and A Destiny. By: Nikki Darga. Marvey had screwed up. He lived in an alley of New York and slept in a refrigerator box full of blue rags and newspapers. He was a homeless beggar who was desperate and lost.
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A Dog and A Destiny By: Nikki Darga
Marvey had screwed up. He lived in an alley of New York and slept in a refrigerator box full of blue rags and newspapers. He was a homeless beggar who was desperate and lost. One of the worst things about being homeless for Marvey was the sense of boredom and being unwanted. There was nobody to talk to or pass the day with a game of Black Jack or poker. Another downside of homelessness was the looks that you got, the assumptions that people make about you. Citizens either stare at you with hatred or never look at you at all. Well, one thing was for sure, being homeless was a grim lifestyle.
Believe it or not, Marvey was born into a wealthy family, crawling with politicians and lawyers. He bathed in his riches and soon took up gambling as a hobby. Soon though, Marvey’s hobby got out of control and his parents, disgusted by his loss of money, kicked him out of the house in their fury. Marvey soon ran out of the fifty dollars his parents had given to him, so he returned home to collect more money. Marvey’s parents once again slammed the door in his face, and told him that he was to be gone for good.
Meanwhile, a puppy was taken in a brown package to a mansion in the center of the rich and wealthy part of town. The puppy was a mutt, straight from the streets of Manhattan. It was being anonymously delivered to the wrong home. Edric Edward III swung open the gold plated door with his silk gloved hand as the young postman shakily made his first delivery. “Umm…A package for…umm…Edric Edward the… the Third,.” stuttered the mailman.
“A puppy?” contemplated Edric. A puppy was a nuisance, and a messy one at that. Edric made up his mind. He set the puppy outside the gold plated door. “Go,go. Walk away!” Edric pushed the puppy toward the empty, cold sidewalk. The puppy slowly turned and sprinted down the walkway.
Marvey walked through a dead part of New York full of broken, rotted, and abandoned buildings, cracked in a mess row. Marvey had decided to take his plastic bag full of clothes and a picture with a broken frame of his old pet fish, before the gambling, and take it to an old butcher shop. It was an old abandoned butcher shop that had enough room for him to live. He went inside and there he found a puppy. The puppy was a mutt, and was growing fast. It was knee high to Marvey.
“Get,” Marvey shouted, “Get!” The puppy didn’t move and Marvey swung his graying hair to face the door. Marvey got ready to open the door, but something wouldn’t let him. The whining, whimpering puppy was begging to stay. Puppies were so innocent and so alone. That puppy was just like him. “Fine,” Markey mumbled gruffly, “You can stay,”
By the end of the week, Marvey and the dog were as thick as thieves. The puppy found its own food, and so did Marvey. Marvey’s life was finally looking up, and so was the dog’s. They had each finally found a friend.
Then one day everything changed. The dog got into a bag of rat poison in the back of the filthy butcher shop. The pup was extremely sick and stopped going out to eat. Marvey noticed that the dog was acting funny so he looked around the cluttered closet in the shop. Just as he thought, an empty bag of rat poison. Then it hit him. His beloved friend might just die!
Marvey had a decision to make. Would he go to the local vet and steal some medicine? It would prevent the dog from dying, but if he got caught… He didn’t want to think about that. The problem was waiting it out could cost him the only friend he had ever had.
Marvey made up his mind. At eleven p.m. Marvey ran down Konan Street to the veterinary clinic. He walked in on tip toes, barely breathing as he took a prescription off the shelf on the wall. “WEEEEEEEOOOO, INTUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT!! BEEP, BEEP!” the alarm sounded. Marvey sprinted towards the doors but they had locked! He tried to break the window, but nothing would crack the strong glass. He was trapped.
“Why’d ya do it?” the sheriff asked. It was had to hear him as his mouth had a chocolate covered jelly donut in it. “You don’t understand! I have to go! Now!” Marvey struggled against the bars of the prison cell. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere pal,” stated the tub of flub that was the sheriff. “No, my dog, sir, he is dying!” “Right,” mused the sheriff.
Marvey was desperate. “Just accompany me to the broken butcher shop on the other side of town. Please, I’m begging you,” He stuttered. “Fine, fine. Just a little while down there to verify your story,” grumbled the sheriff. Marvey thanked him and they soon headed to the butcher shop. There they saw a weakening dog, curled up in a bundle of rags.
“Oh, no. No!” Marvey raced to the other side of the room to comfort the dog. Marvey watched as his only friend and pal, who had not judged him, slipped away from life. “I may be homeless, and I may be poor, but I will name you Billfold. I would rather have you than a billfold of money.”
Marvey poured over his dog hoping, wishing, and praying that the dog would live to see the day. As the night wore on, Marvey could feel the puppy’s life ebbing away. Then, a gruff, homeless man, began to cry.
The dog stirred and looked up at his only friend, and got a burning desire to live. He lifted his weary legs and stood. He was shaky but he licked Marvey’s face before falling back on the rags. “I may be homeless, and I may be poor, but I;’m going to name you Billfold. I’d rather have you than a billfold full of money,” Marvey choked. Billfold looked up at him with loving eyes and they both knew that everything was going to be okay.
