Mid-run, Bentley yanked me backward. Which is something. Thousands of dollars and multiple miles have taught him to stay astride.
A damp, crumpled flyer mid-path caught his eye: “Missing. 8-month old male lab/pit/boxer mix. No collar.”
No phone number. No date. A grainy photo. Nothing else.
Another inexperienced owner. Sigh. “Let’s go Bent …”
No way. Coal eyes locked on mine, tail erect, paws grounded with a singular purpose, we weren’t moving.
Until I found that dog.
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This is cute. Any story around any dog will always get my attention lol.
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A dog with a purpose.
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Reblogged this on Wor(l)d Building and commented:
Looking around in the WordPress blogosphere I found this great blog about drabbles, something I also want to give a try. I believe the limit of hundred words really forces you to focus on the essence of the thought or emotion you want express.
Having two dogs myself, this particular post deeply resonated with me. Lesson here: Listen to your dog, because he knows.
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Thanks Hiner Spees – my dog taught me how to observe without judgment better than any human. Which has inspired my writing in a huge way.
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Enjoyed exploring this writing style – and thrilled to see it on this awesome site.
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