Well, here we are on day three already of this Dog Days of Summer grindstone. Sick of dogs yet? Well, tough chew toys, because we’ve got another one coming your way right now. Goes by the name of Lassie. Enjoy it or keep off the furniture.
“Timmy fell down a well” – Really? That crap again?
I’ve been working with a therapist for some time now. Spent a ton of money I really couldn’t afford. Don’t go thinking they let dogs in the Screen Actors Guild back in the golden age of television – ’cause they didn’t.
Anyway my therapist says I’m what you call an “enabler”. She says that me saving Timmy all those times just enabled him to keep living life like a reckless jerk-off; getting lost in the woods, kidnapped by escaped convicts or trapped in an abusive relationship with a gay biker named Otis.
I’m dealing with my own issues. Timmy is Otis’ problem now.
I’m not the only one writing about dogs, these folks are working hard at it too. Don’t get emotional, it’s not like they’re pulling a sled across the Alaskan wilderness and sleeping out in the snow. Click on them and see if I’m lying – my guess is that they’re probably up on the sofa again.
1 Point Perspective – You just read my version of Lassie, but why not click here and look at something else – my attempt at scoring a lucrative book deal by writing porn in my own version of 50 Shades.
This is day two of Blogdramedy’s BlogShorts, a short-story writing challenge. It spans ten days, includes ten short stories, each a mere 110 words. This year’s theme: The Dog Days of Summer. The hound-du-jour is Toto from the Wizard of Oz.
Those little people creeped me out – big time.
Every chance they got, they were picking me up with their stubby little hands, petting me and tugging on my ears. I was trying to focus on my lines and motivation for a supporting role in what was going to be a classic film, and these weird little gnomes kept touching me.
I finally reached my limit and nipped at one of them. The cretin dropped me like a bad habit. Luckily it was a short trip to the ground and I was uninjured. I caught a glimpse of my understudy, a Dachshund named Angus, licking his chops, hoping for his big break.
The following blogs have also pledged to participate – hopefully none of them have injured themselves by falling off the couch while trying to lick their own private parts.