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Story
Inspired by my memories of my
son and Newfoundland puppy who were best of “friends.” We had just
finished taking a refreshing walk around the ridgetop where we lived in
Wheeling, WV. When we got into the house, we took off our shoes (and Jacob
his socks and blue tee shirt). I started making dinner while the
two began to play as usual. Their volume increased and they began chasing
each other around the house playing tug-of-war with the blue tee shirt.
I yelled at them to stop a few times, but they continued, so I put down
my cooking utensil, turned around to face them with my hands on my hips,
and stared at them with the look... ready to send them to some desolate
corner, and this is what I saw. -Suzanne |
