Andy's Shorts to GA Prompts - 4. Prompt #99

I was laying in the bathtub. Today had been a particularly stressful day at work: I’d had three meetings to attend; my new boss is a slave-driving bitch; my computer deleted my project report; and to cap it all off the new office mailman keeps delivering the interdepartmental letters to the wrong offices.

I enjoy a nice long soak in a bubble bath. I’ve got the lavender-scented candles lit, the whale music playing in the background. I was just getting really comfy when I heard the door to the bathroom open. There was a quiet yelp and then my new puppy Titania jumped up on the side of the bath trying to lick me.

“Down, Titania.” She looked up at me with those big black eyes. “Alright Titania, I’m coming.” I got out of the bathtub, towelled off and went downstairs. I grabbed her leash and said, “Walkies, girl.” She sauntered over to me, allowed me to hook the leash to her collar and we went out.

It was early evening, and there was a slight drizzle. I walked to our usual spot in the park, the one with the area set up for dogs to do their business. I sat down on the bench, waiting for Titania. “Come on girl, make already.”

It’s been three days now since she swallowed my wedding ring; three days of me checking doggie poop. I get these really weird looks from people when they see me going through her doings before binning them. Another lot of doings and still no ring; this is getting ridiculous. If it doesn’t pass tomorrow I’ll have to take her to the vet to see if there’s anything else that can be done.

We left the park, and took our usual circuit of the neighbourhood. We passed the school, the hospital, the butchers, the library, the police station, the small park and finally the cemetery marking the end of tonight’s walkies.

I put my microwave dinner for one on, and got Titania’s bowl from the cupboard. “So girl, which one do you want? The beef or the chicken?” I held both cans of dog-food in front of her and she only barked at the chicken. “Chicken it is then.” I scooped out the food and put it in her bowl. The bell dinged on my microwave indicating my dinner was ready.

“Well girl, I wonder whose dinner tastes worst, your's or mine?” She looked at me, blinked and then proceeded to lick herself in the canine fashion. “Food that good, huh girl?”

Although I very rarely cook dinner from scratch, I am one for having proper homemade desserts. I have jars of homemade lemon curd, jams, jellies and marmalades. I have a cupboard full of spices and I have my herb garden which sees a lot of use all year around.

Tonight I decided to go all out. I fancied blueberry pancakes, and I already had a load of my homemade custard to go with it.

As the smell of the freshly cooked pancakes began wafting through the house, Tatiana entered the kitchen to investigate the source. “Sorry girl, you can’t have any.”

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