Thursday, June 14, 2018

A girl with her dog story: The Stick


Once upon a time there was a woman who lived in the country. In October of 2017 when she was out doing last minute farming before cold weather hit when she looked up to see a dog sitting on his haunches staring at her. She stopped the tractor and the two regarded each other. After a couple of minutes the dog ran to her side and although he enjoys running through the woods he always comes home to her. Falkor is his name….
It was a hot summer day when the limbs scattered about my front yard got on my nerves and my ocd set it. I began picking up sticks when Falkor came running up to me and hunkered down on his front paws indicating he wanted to play. With the breeze providing some relief to the heat I swung the stick in the air wildly and Falkor was jumping trying to get it.

I took the stick and swung it through the air calling out, “Go get it boy!”

Falkor sat. And looked at me.

I put my hands on my hips, “Really?”

With him by my side we ran over to the stick. We played with him trying to get it from my hands until I sailed it through the air again.

Falkor sat. And looked at me.

I busted out laughing, “You win, Falkor.”

I love this dog.

Until next time,
K-Trina and Falkor

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