Monday, April 21, 2014

Sometimes it’s Just the Small Things



Sometimes it’s Just the Small Things


Had her for seven years, just the two of them. Eighty pounds, formidable, trustworthy, faithful, protective, fearless, used the world over by police and military.
Nightly walk in the park at dusk.
Out of the bushes sprung a robber with gun.
Took his wallet.
“Why didn’t you do something?”
“Last night, you forgot my treat!”



November 2012

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