“How did my ten-year toy get in this ice water?”
“I threw it to you, and you were looking the other way.”
“So how was I to know you were going to throw it?”
“I yelled, “Here catch.”‘
“I thought you were talking about the hot dog.”
“This is my hot dog. Why would I give it to you.”
“Cause you love me?”
“I do but not enough to give up my hot dog.”
“Speaking of dog have you seen Elmer lately?”
“No. Come to think about it I haven’t.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“I guess it was yesterday.”
“Weren’t there six Corona’s in this bucket yesterday?”
“I don’t know I didn’t pay much attention.”
“I’m sure of it now. I counted them yesterday.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Well, Elmer has been known to imbibe now and then so I want to see how bad it was getting.”
“How bad what was getting?”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying Elmer took those beer bottles.”
“That is exactly what I’m saying.”
“I have one question super sleuth.”
“If he took the beers.”
“How did he open them. He has no opposable thumb.”
“Hmm. Let me think on that.”
“Meanwhile get your toy out of that ice bucket it looks like it is getting soggy.”
“His teeth. He used his teeth.”
“How did he hold the bottle.”
“I think you need to make up another story.”
“Okay, Elmer shoots Heroin.”
“Yeah, that’s a good one.”
My effort was:
When, at last, I received my invite
I thought, “Wow! They just did something right!”
Then I looked at the rest.
It was just as I’d guessed:
Not another four-footer in sight.
One thing they’ve not caught onto yet,
Is I’m more than just their little pet.
Not just a residual
A real individual
That, they’d do well not to forget.
When I signalled that I needed water
I was led like a lamb to the slaughter
I thought it looked queer:
It was filled up with beer.
That’s not showing respect like they ought to.
“Just a dog,” they all say, and they’re right.
“Oh so pretty, and such a delight.”
But to mess with my drink
Will drive me to the brink
From where I may give you a fright
Though his temperament’s pleasantly mild
And he loves you just like your own child
Twould be very short-sighted
Were his love unrequited
He’d feel riled, reviled, defiled and wild.
There’s a moral to this tale, you know:
Take your dog with you where ere you go
But take care of his need
For clean water and feed
Or you’ll find yourself thinking, “Oh, no!”
On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.