Selena sighed as she uttered her prayer. “I am thankful. And I’m thankful for Hank. I thank you for taking care of him wherever he roams; please send him home. He makes me feel secure. I don’t like to be alone.”
Bzzr, bzzr. Selena responded to the doorbell. It was the neighbor, Mr. Johnson.
“I’m glad you caught him. Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for bringing him home.” …..
“Get in here, you rascal. Why did you run away? You are bad for running out the door like you did.”
Hank just gave her a super slobbery kiss with a “forgive me” doggie smile.
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Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge by Rochelle based on picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this event. Visit Rochelle’s link to find other submissions to this event. Thanks, Dale, for the picture use. PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Love the ending. What a happy story. 🙂
Thank you. You know I always prefer “happy ever after.” 😀
A dog is pure love. With teeth of course
And there are times when one’s own dog has turned on him. Extreme provocation or need to protect someone else. And on occasion, disease.
Awww lovely.
I’m glad Hank found his place in your heart.
Dear Oneta,
She could explain it to Hank, but all he’ll hear is blah blah blah Hank and give her another doggie kiss. Sweet.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I can see Hank eagerly jumping on her lap as she explains to him. His ears, however, are closed to the lecture.
Hank is a rascal, but always forgiven 🙂
Cute story!