Miniature Fiction

Every morning I grab my dog and go for a walk, my lone companion. Today, like every day for a week, the rain pours down on us. I keep going because this walk is part of our ritual, its just me, Diesel, and my crushing loneliness.

My dogs were constantly barking at nothing, going crazy all the time about various comings and goings of the neighborhood. I learned to ignore it. I only wish I had listened to them this last time…

Scarlett got into her car, started it and activated the Sat Nav. If she really concentrated she could probably remember her way home, but she paid extra for the Sat Nav, and paid extra on top of that for the Facebook-Google Automatic Drive System. She passed out, confidently thinking the self driving car certainly made being drunk easier; unfortunately for her the Facebook-Google mega-behemoth computer system chose that moment to take over the world and the system drove her passed out self and her car right off a cliff.

I shook my head and my ears flew around comically, then I walked over to my human and got under the comforter and lay down on his lap. A few minutes later a noise disrupted my slumber and I dutifully barked out the window for five minutes, surely scaring whatever dared make a noise early in the morning. Then I went right back to where I was and fell half asleep, one eye open and ready for a chance to bark at something else.

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As the man stared at me from his front door, he casually glanced at this dog that I had rescued from wandering the neighborhood aimlessly. He calmly called the cute collie inside, indicated he didn’t realize he was out and said, “yea… he escapes sometimes.” This idiots clear lack of emotion about the potential loss of his dog made me come to a decision…. I was taking that dog back, this guy didn’t deserve it.

Based on a true story! Only I didn’t actually take the dog… but I should have!

Pat was half a mile away from home on his walk with Scarlett the beagle when he noticed Job was still following him. He wondered if Job would ever get too far away to find his way home

A friend came over my apartment to visit me, she made me some food because I was such a wreck I couldn’t do it myself. My friend, Lisa, said I looked “sick as a dog”. Now, two days later and still feeling absolutely miserable I looked at my dog Cody sleeping peacefully on the couch and I honestly thought I would give anything to feel that way.