Sunday
Stephen gave Michael a call shortly after breakfast to see if it was alright to come over. Michael indicated it was.
"Are you crazy? Of course."
"Be right there."
Michael was waiting by the front door and opened it as soon as the bell rang. He heard Stephen huffing and puffing.
"Geez, did you sprint all the way here?"
Stephen replied, breathlessly, "(Huff), Yes, (Puff), I wanted (Huff) to get here, (Puff) quick."
"Geez. Get in here and sit down, catch yo
Well, at least it was the smaller dog pissing in the cat’s bowl.
That mating would be worse than getting a Pomsky, but if that’s possible…
Glad you liked that, at least.
"Are we almost home?" Poochie asked.
She had jumped to try to look out the window, and like usual, couldn't get high enough to see anything.
Dane snarled, "How the fuck should I know?"
"You're taller than me."
Dane calmed a little. "No shit, most dogs are."
Poochie pouted. "You're always picking on me about my size."
"You brought it up, saying I was taller."
"Keep it up, and I'll bite you on the kneecap again."
Dane chuckled. "That was my wrist, you dumb p
A humorous discussion between Poochie and Dane. A pair of dogs. I decided to marry a prompt, #622, first line, with the Anthology topic, Creature Feature.
It’ll be a while. I’m moving slow on the current one, due to life. I’ve done simultaneous stories before, but prospects for that right now are not good.