The Indie Exchange #FlashFiveFriday: Dog

 

It's Friday Flash time again...

The prompt is...
Dog

#FlashFiveFriday is a weekly flash fiction/flash blogging prompt run by The Indie Exchange.

The rules are very simple if you’d like to take part:

1) Write for no longer than five minutes;
2) No upper or lower word limits;
3) You must write something new;
4) You can prepare your post ahead of time but the 5 minute limit still applies; and
5) If you add your blog post to the weekly linky you must visit five other blogs that week too to show your support.

Click the link to read other people's flashies... http://theindieexchange.com/flashfivefriday-10-dog     Why not give it a go?

Here are mine:



It's a dog's life

It’s a dog’s life, you know. A little scratch here, a little scratch there, a sniff, a whiff and a phew, why does my bum smell so bad? What did I eat last? You know, with all these scraps I find, I’ve no idea. I love a rummaging in the dustbins in the mornings, just before the men turn up to empty them. You never know what you’ll find in there. People throw away so much perfectly good food. Okay, some may be past it’s best, but it tastes okay to me. I even found a pair of old slippers the other day though they were too big for my paws, but I wrestled with them for a bit and that passed the time til I found a bone to chew on. 

It’s a dog’s life, checking out the gardens, dashing between the alleyways, running through the fountains, fishing in the stream for, well, dog knows what, and chasing squirrels in the park. Nope, don’t go all animal-rights and mushy on me, I haven’t caught any. It seems that I’m too slow. Nothing to brag about there. But I can still fetch a bone, if the fancy takes me. 

It’s a dog’s life. I take everything in my big paw stride. It’s a waggy-waggy woo day when the sun is shining and I’m heading off for some fun with my nose in the air. A sniffy sniffy –woo, what will I find today. Mmm. There goes old Mrs Whatshername... I wonder if she’ll have any treats for me today, or at least a tickle under my chin. She’s my favourite woman in the neighbourhood because she really loves doggies. Voof.

From the dog house

Well, how do you do, Mister,

Woofed the dog to the man.

I see you’re looking around

For a brand new pooch.

What d'you reckon on my coat?

Or my big, soppy brown eyes?

I can sit, beg and fetch a bone

Chase rabbits or squirrels –

You name it, I’ll run after it,

If that’s okay with you...

I know you don’t understand 

No matter how much I woof 

But I’ve been in this dog home 

A long, long while and I’d like

To move out to a nice warm place

With a big garden, preferably,

And maybe a kid or two to play 

Plus some tasty dinners going

But I’m not too fussy, if I’m honest

For a doggie of my old years

All I’m looking for now really

Is some good old-fashioned love