Holidays for Hounds

I paced back and forth.

How could she do this to me? Again?

I had used the biggest brown eyes I could manage. I had even let out the whimper that always got me the last biscuit.

But no, she had left me anyway. Holidays she called it! A holiday indeed! I have to share all my food and bones and belly rubs! Okay, that meant there were other woofs around to play with but that’s not really the point now is it?

In fact, it would serve her right if I sat at this exact same spot until she reappeared.

I could look so starved and tired she would never leave me again. Although I can hear biscuits being put into a bowl…and is that…yes it is…CHICKEN…with layers of gravy…Winner! Well maybe not the starve part, that would be silly.

But when she shows up I can just act really sad, let out that cry again and she’ll never have a holiday again.

Sounds like a plan. Anyway better go – it’s chicken time!

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Image: Thanks to Yinglan

Story originally written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) a flash fiction challenge with stories in 100-175 words (or less). Check it out for more fun flash fiction.

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Feeling the rain

Some woofies love the rain – I mean really, what is that all about?…

…I’m more of a snuggle in my bed kinda gal!

If I have to go walk I at least think I should be allowed to walk around puddles (well I do only have little legs) and my owner has to walk through them (she wears wellies, don’t see what the big deal is myself), but she’s never too keen on that idea.

Now if there is a ball to chase in the rain, I might feel differently. 🙂