The stinky skunk tried to spray
The dog tried to getaway
But she was a little slow
as she’d just been spayed
Sadly her stitches did splay
This was written for #SoCS – Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
The following picture is for a challenge over at Brashley Photography
So the challenge this week is – Fur-Babies. For this week’s challenge, show us images of fur-babies… it could be your pet, a cat in the neighborhood, even a dog or cat you’ve loved during your love. Share your furbaby images.
The following is written for a challenge over at Fandango’s called Fandango’s February Expression #22.
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, will be to post a story, a poem, an image, an interpretation of what the expression means to you, or to do whatever it is that you want to do based upon the daily adage.
This saying conjures up a memory from my past about a dog, a family pet, an Irish Setter named Liberty.
Quite often when I was a teen, my parents, our dog, and I would go for a car ride (usually for most of the day). That was back when you didn’t have to mortgage your house to buy gas.
Back to the point of this post…
We would always bring water and a dish for Liberty in case she got thirsty. She always refused to drink the water. When we would stop somewhere we would let her out of the car to have a bathroom break. The strange thing is that she would never relieve herself no matter how many hours we were gone. As soon as we got home however she’d race into the backyard to do her business. I don’t know how she was able to hold it for so long. Must have had a really good bladder.