And on the third day…On the third day, I was absent. Yeah, I missed the third Dog Day of Summer, and I am now a day behind.
I’ll spare you the drama for why I am late, and I will just jump right into my belated third day of our 10 day writing challenge. Once again, I hope you will sit back and enjoy my contribution to Blogdramedy’s Blog Shorts, “The Dog Days of Summer”: 10 days, 10 stories, and 110 words. Read more
Though the sun may have set in your part of the world, we are still officially on the third day of the Dog Days of Summer. I may not be posting promptly, but I am meeting the deadline. I think that means I’ve earned a bone.
Please sit back and enjoy my contribution to Blogdramedy’s Blog Shorts, “The Dog Days of Summer”: 10 days, 10 stories, and 110 words.
.: Identity Crisis :.
He burst through the door creating a ruckus. FLAP, FLAP, FLAP, FLAP, the doggie door flapped loudly.
“I am sick of this!” He barked.
His wife walked into the room, her ID tags tinkling lightly. “Another bad day on the set, Dear?”
“I just don’t understand why they cannot accept me for what I am. What’s wrong with me – the real me?”
He walked in circle four times and sat down.
“Oh Honey, don’t let them get to you. I know –“
He cut her off. “Ha! You know nothing, LADY. I mean, your name doesn’t help matters.”
“I’m a male, dammit. My name is PAL – not Lassie.”
I did a bit of research for this post. No, not the part about Lassie. I learned about his real identity when I was a kid. I was trying to think of a common female dog name, so I Google’d it. Turns out there is a website for “Top Female Puppy Names“. Perhaps because it is the end of the day or perhaps because I am easily amused, but I think it is funny there is a website for puppy names.
And don’t forget…
Check out the other players taking part in The Dog Days of Summer.
Hello. My name is Lenore, and it has been 16 days since my last post.
I access WordPress almost every day. I take a few minutes, scroll down the writers in my Reader, clicking on some – peeking quickly – and then, sometimes without reading a single word, I log off, and I am gone until the next day.
This post is dedicated to and inspired by Hippie Cahier who wrote, “What’s Next?”.
~ . . ~
If I am in a public place, I will find a spot where I can be discrete. Then, I will do whatever it takes to locate the hair that is brushing against my arm, tickling my stomach, or moving up and down with every blink of my eye.
Strands of my hair seem to fall out on a regular basis. When the strands get caught in my shirts, skirts, bras, eye lashes, etc., I will not rest until I can locate the irritant and remove it. If it means I have to pull off my shirt to locate the sucker, I will.
After reading Hippie’s most recent post, I came to a realization. Actually, I had the realization months ago, but her post (and the hair caught in my shirt) created the perfect metaphor for me. Read more