Sunday, January 18, 2009
55 Flash Fiction Friday - 1/16/09
He’s dancing around, so excited. I wasn’t sure I’d get invited to go. He has someone to drive him so my going must be special. We’re getting our coats; it’s cold today. I have his leash: we’re headed to the Dog Park. What a place to play…….but he doesn’t play; too nervous, he stands watching.
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The ballad of Skooter. The world's worst bark park dog.
I loved your 55, and I loved your background music. better late than never Redheels. Thanks for contributing, and have a Great Week!!
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