What’s in the Suitcase?

The Challenge:  Write a story about the suitcase sitting on the train tracks in exactly 99 words!

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“What’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”

“Well now, ain’t that the million dollar question?”  Ralph smirked.

Dopey was jumping up and down, anxious to find out.  “Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”  

Ralph succinctly cut his eyes to Dopey.  Dopey noticed and hushed.

Ralph looked at the suitcase, thought of the deadline, “What the hell’s taking so long!?”

As if in answer, the train’s whistle blew. 

The suitcase was railroaded, it toppled in the air, and fell open beside the tracks. 

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Ralph, Chihuahua-In-Chief, looked inside. 

Dopey, Big-dog-sidekick, bounced up and down behind him…

“Uh…what’s in the suitcase, Ralph?”   (99 Words)

Photo from https://miragerry.livejournal.com/160945.html

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July 26 Flash Fiction Challenge

Word of the Day:  Succinct 

Daily AdditionWord of the Day:  Access

Fandango’s One Word Challenge:  Deadline

 

 

 

 

 

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True Love

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Danica and her new baby sister, Gracie.

It’s not what you say.

It’s not how you say it.

True love is what you do.

Doing…the truest of love…expressed.

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“If we love each other, God lives in us, and his love has been brought to full expression through us.  (I John 4:11)

The Verdict Is In…Guilty!

Look at the lilies and how they grow.  

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Jesus once said, “Consider the lilies and how they grow.”

After reading this I began to consider these beautiful flowers.

I pictured them growing alongside the white fence in our backyard.  I thought the splash of color they would bring against the white would be breathtaking.  Little did I know they would be “breathtaking” in another and more deadly way.

The article I was reading recommended planting the bulbs in 8 to 10 inches of rich and well-drained soil, to plant where they can bask in full sunlight,  and to take extra care to protect your lilies from voles, deer, and beetles.  Then came the next “breathtaking” sentence…

“Many lilies are highly toxic to cats, causing acute kidney failure if eaten.”

Now, if you were to ask me my favorite animal, I wouldn’t hesitate in saying, cats.  I have two that I love dearly, Morris and Luna.  Luna’s precious face adorns the heading of this blog.  Morris and Luna are not “just” cats…they are my babies, and the thought that I could have something around the house that could take them from me, scares the hell out of me.

I’m a gardener of sorts, in that, I have a few raised beds for veggies, a rose garden, and a few inside plants scattered about my home.  After reading the article about lilies, I began to wonder if any of my plants were toxic to not only my cats but to my dogs as well.

The verdict:  Guilty

The guilty culprits:

  • Inside…Cyclamen Plant
  • Outside…Daffodils and Tulips

I don’t worry much the Cyclamen plant because it is placed high and out of reach, however, not so with the Daffodils and Tulips.  Both lay naked by my raised bed of corn, cucumbers, and a green bell pepper.  Just the other day I pulled bulbs from the bed in order to plant the veggies.  I tossed the bulbs on the ground beside the bed, thinking I’ll pick them up later.  Of course later never came and the bulbs still lay where lay.

Picking up the bulbs and tossing them in the trash is number one on today’s “gay agenda.”   Number 2…thanking Jesus for asking me to “…consider the lilies!”

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Below is the link to ASPCA’s alphabetical list of Toxic and Non-Toxic Plants to Dogs and Cats

Toxic and Non-Toxic Plants Per ASPCA 

Daily Prompt:  Guilty

 

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When Amy Met Sky

original_artificial-daffodils-in-glass-vaseAmy looked around the room, and for the tenth time wished the floor would open and swallow her whole.  Being an introvert, she hated parties because she always felt awkward, and never knew what to say.  After the basic niceties of “hello…and, how are you…, she drew a blank, and usually stood looking at the individual like soon-to-be roadkill caught in the light.

“Ugh…why had she come?”  She wondered.

But Amy knew why she had come.  She had promised Rose, and she didn’t want to let her down.  Rose, her best friend, and fellow colleague from the university, had worked hard the set up this party.  In fact, for the last two months that’s all she had talked about on their morning runs.

While jogging in place at one stop light, Amy learned there would be tiny finger sandwiches filled with chicken salad and pimento cheese, and the platter of these would rest upon a daffodil table-cloth that had once belonged to her grandmother.

Then the light turned green and they would run quietly until stopped at the next light, at which time Rose picked up the conversation where she had left it at the last stoplight.  “…and of course there’ll be crystal vases of freshly cut daffodils on every table…” Another green light and off they’d go.  Amy couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s chatter.

Amy looked around the large room, and saw the mental image she had imagined for the last two months.   She knew it well and felt she could navigate the room blind, without a seeing-eye-dog.

The thought of the dog caused her to smile.  She liked dogs.  In fact, she liked them better than people.  They were loyal and you could always…always be yourself around them. They never told you, you stink…even if it had been three days gone since the last shower.  Amy giggled.  On the other hand, most people were happy say, “…you stink”…but she supposed that could be a good thing.  Amy giggled, again.

In her 32 years, Amy had also found people to be far less accepting.  At least not the ones in her life, save for Rose, of course.  Rose was different, she had listened to Amy’s story without judgement, and for that Amy had been grateful.  Other than her family, she had shared her “secret” with no one but Rose.  Rose was the first person to cry with her, and the first person to love her unconditionally…no strings attached.   Her family…not so much.

“Amy!”  “Look at you!”  “Oh my God, you’re beautiful!”

Amy looked up from her reverie, and saw her best friend coming towards her with a gigantic smile, and arms wide open.  In that moment Amy was glad she had come.

Amy returned the smile, and barely got out “Rose” before she was engulfed within Rose’s warm embrace.  Rose always gave the best hugs.  She held you tight like she’d not seen you in years, you could actually feel her heart quicken, so there was no doubt of her happiness to see you.  Amy felt blessed to have Rose in her life…a life that had once been drab and lonely.

The two loosened their embrace, but still clung to one another.  Rose surveyed Amy, and Amy surveyed Rose.

Rose’s orange hair, usually in a pony-tail, hung loose around her pale shoulders.  The freckles splashed across her nose were practically invisible, but Amy knew they were there.  It was only yesterday the two had run four miles under a bright sun, and the baseball cap on Rose’s head had helped to protect her delicate skin, but the freckles on her nose had been angry, and protested against the sun’s hot rays.  Rose always hid them with makeup while teaching at the university, but by the end of the day, the coat of foundation she had bathed them in faded, so that they were visible for all to see.

Amy loved Rose’s freckles because they so aptly fit her green eyes, and bubbly personality.

Rose pulled Amy close again, and kissed her cheek.

“I’m so glad you came,” she whispered.

Amy lied, and said, “Me too.”

“C’mon I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

Rose took her hand and led her deeper into the crowded room.  Amy inwardly sighed.  She knew the real torture was about to begin.

Almost everyone called out to Rose as they passed.

“Great party Rose!”

“Hey Rose, you got to see this…”

“Rose, who catered?  The food is…”

“What’s the DJ’s name…DAMN he’s cute!”

Rose smiled at each, and held up a number one with the pointer finger of her right hand.  Everyone knew it meant, “in a minute,” and so they drank more wine and waited patiently for their turn.

Rose and Amy stopped abruptly, just short of the bar. A rowdy raucous between a big burly man, and a slender blonde was playing out in front of them.

The woman’s frame was small, but very athletic.  Both were sitting on the bar stools, and both were holding a filled shot glass in the air.  The bartender slapped the bar and said, “go!”  The woman downed hers first, and started on the next one, of the four set before her.  She finished the second as the burly man was turning his first shot glass upside-down, and reaching for his second.  The woman wasted no time in downing number three, and paused for only a second to burp.  After the burp, she threw down the contents of the last shot glass, and slammed it down hard upon the bar.  By the time the woman yelled, “DONE!,” the man was just reaching for his fourth glass.  He cursed and set the filled glass back on the bar, spilling some of its contents.  Disgusted, he walked away.  The woman smiled.  She reached for his last shot glass and wasted no time tossing its contents down her throat.  Again, she burped and then said, “Who’s next?”

Amy stood, stunned.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of the woman at the bar.

Her athletic build was clothed in a white Oxford shirt, faded jeans, and black boots.  Tanned arms escaping the rolled-up sleeves were lean, each muscle well-defined.  Her short blonde hair was spiked on top, not in a “Mad-Max” kind of way, but just enough to command attention.  Amy noticed the woman smiled and laughed easily, and her blue eyes sparkled, not the least bit dulled by all the booze she had downed.

“Who in the hell is that?”  Amy whispered.

“That’s who I want you to meet,” said Rose.

As if she overheard, the woman at the bar turned to catch Amy staring.

The woman smiled at Amy, and Amy felt as if she would fall to the floor.  They held each other’s eyes for what seemed forever, before she stood, and walked towards Amy and Rose.

“Rosie!”  The woman gave Rose a quick kiss on the lips.

“How the hell are you?”  The woman hugged Rose and added, “It’s been too damn long!”

“And whose fault is that?” asked Rose.

“The road’s fault of course.” the woman said without hesitation.  “Mid May to mid August the damn thing has a habit of taking me all over the states!  But…I guess I could have called…sorry…”  she tilted her head and asked, “still friends?”

Rose pursed her lips as if she were trying to decide.

“C’mon Rosie…Pleeeeeeeeeeeese,” the woman begged with a million-dollar smile spread across her face.

Rose burst out laughing.

“Sky…how the hell can I stay mad at you?”

Amy thought it impossible, but the woman’s smile grew more radiant.

Rose noticed as well and said sternly, “…wipe that damn smile off your face!”

They both laughed and gave each other another hug.

Amy stood watching, feeling a bit like a third wheel.  As if Rose had read Amy’s mind, she turned to Amy, put an arm around her, and pulled her close.

“Sky, I’d like you to meet a dear friend of mine.”

Sky looked at Amy and winked.  “I thought I’d already met all of your dearest friends…?”

“Seeeeeeee what can happen in only a few months…”  Rose chided.

Sky looked chagrined for only a moment, then stepped closer to Amy and gently took her hands.

“Forgive me, I’m Skylar Shannon, and I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Amy stared into the blue eyes looking at her.  No words came to her mind, so she just stood… staring.

After a brief moment of awkwardness, Rose came to Amy’s rescue,

“This is Amy!  Amy Merrigan!  We only met a few of months ago, but I feel as if I’ve known her all my life.  She’s an artist extraordinaire, a damn good running partner, and a very VERY special woman!”

Amy flushed, and heard her heartbeat echoing within her chest.  She wondered if they could hear it as well.

Still holding Amy’s hands, Sky smiled into the brown eyes staring back at her.

After long awkward pause, Amy finally found her voice and said,

“Uh…I’m Amelia Merrigan, and I teach at the university with Rose.”

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He watched the two women laughing in the luminescent light.  He couldn’t watch them without gritting his teeth.  For a moment he feared someone would hear his teeth grinding, but a quick look around assured  him he was alone in his dark corner of the room.

“Amy…you know better…” he muttered through clinched teeth.

“You were raised better than this,” he added, and then cursed under his breath.

He heard the women laughing, and saw the blonde reach over to take Amy’s hands in hers.  Hot anger flowed through his body like lava, and for a moment the thought of spontaneous combustion entered his psyche.  At that, he almost laughed, but a quick hand clamped over his mouth and snuffed it out.

“…probably not a bad way to go,”  he pondered, “…talk about going out in a blaze of glory…”  Again, the hand covered his mouth…  but, oh…how he laughed inside…heartily and robust he laughed and laughed.  The hilarity was so deafening he thought his head would explode.

All the while he sat quietly in his dark corner, gritting his teeth, and plotting his evil plan.

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To read more about Amy and Sky visit my other blog Creepy Reflections

 

A Day in the Life of Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog P.I.

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Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog Private Investigator, was on the case!

He wrinkled his brow, sniffed the air, and vigorously kicked his hind legs.  He rarely took the time to relieve himself while on the job, but, this particular deposit had been necessary.  Call it an emergency that couldn’t wait, or, an accident waiting to happen; either would be true.  Feeling his tummy rumble, he grimaced, and vowed to pass by the next road kill.  Bagsby surmised it must have lain in the sun for too long.  He vowed the next time he came by such a find, he’d take it home to the cat.  He snickered at the thought.

Bagsby scanned the busy street, and was relieved to find that his target had yet to round the corner of Big Bills Butcher Shop.  He was so thankful the poop stop had not hindered the mission at hand, that he sent up a silent “thank you” to Pooch Heaven.

All four of Bagsby’s short, but muscular legs, carried his stocky, body towards the perfect hideout.  He had spent weeks watching and calculating the moves of the big guy, and Bagsby was confident this was the perfect place for the ambush.

Stifling a bark of laughter, Bagsby began to back into a small space between two large trash cans.  This maneuver proved difficult, as the space was quite small.  He grunted a cuss word, or two, and wiggled his booty back and forth, until he finally squeezed into the tiny opening.  Had it only been yesterday that he had been able to back in with ease?  Bagsby was baffled, until he remembered the road kill, and realized the tainted stuff must have given him gas.  A repetitious rumble, sneaked out his back door, giving credence to his assumption.  The confined space captured the ripe fragrance, and wafted it to his nose.  Bagsby curled his upper lip, scowled, and cursed the road kill, but then he thought about the cat, and smiled.

His mischievous day dream, of poisoning the cat, dissipated at the sound of a distant whistle.   Harmonious whistling had always preceded the big guy’s approach.  Bagsby, reigned in his thoughts to the task at hand.  He knew his target was close, so he tensed his body, and readied himself for the ambush.  Sure enough, the whistling grew louder as the target rounded the butcher shop.  After a moment he could hear the big guy’s footsteps, so he hunkered closer to the ground, in preparation for the attack.  Bagsby could barely contain his excitement.

“Wait for it…wait for it…not yet,” he chided….wait for it…wait… ”

Then it happened!  Shoe leather, and blue fabric entered his field of vision.  Without hesitation, Bagsby lunged his bull-dog frame forward, but his bloated body wedged to a halt.  The noise startled the big guy dressed in blue, and when he caught sight of Bagsby ricocheting between the two trash cans, he screamed, and ran down the busy sidewalk, dodging the passerby’s.

Bagsby feared his target would escape, but adrenalin and another slippage of gas propelled him forward, toppling over both trash cans.  He hit the ground running, booking it in the direction of the fleeing man.  When he was within striking distance he jumped with teeth bared and jowls flapping in the wind.

Bagsby came down on all fours, with a mouth full of leather.  Proud of his conquest, he vigorously shook the leather bag, spraying a cascade of stamped envelopes to the wind.  Bagsby dropped the satchel, sat on his haunches, and smiled.  He enjoyed watching the array of colors fall all around him.

After they had settled, Bagsby knew it was time for his finishing touch.  He waddled over to the leather bag, and for the first time, he noticed it had the big guy’s name stitched on the front.  Bagsby saddled up close, lifted his hind leg, and christened Mr. Newman’s mail bag.

Afterwards, he kicked his hind legs, and happily headed towards home, after all, he had a cat to feed.

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No reprieve in a dog’s life!

Photo Challenge: Dense

Photo Challenge:  Dense

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Bird House at Cape Cod

So, I took a little creative license with this photo.  I captured it last week, while visiting my daughter in Massachusetts.  In the original, the house was almost hidden by a dense thicket of branches.  I felt, the main focus, was obviously the bird house, so I did a little cropping, and was able to pull the image in quite nicely.  Next, I softened the edges, by using a vignette filter, with Adobe Photoshop…thus my creative license.  I was pleasantly pleased, with the outcome, so much so, I intend to use this as the subject of a forth-coming, watercolor painting.

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Danica, my Dingo, resting in the fallen leaves.

I took this photograph, while living in Hampton Falls, New Hampshire.  I was outside, one late, Autumn day, raking the oak and maple leaves that densely covered our yard, when I noticed, Danica, had found her comfort, nestled within the pile I had made.

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Apples, gleaned from a local farm in the Shenandoah Valley, on their way to help feed the hungry.

This photograph was also taken on an Autumn day, but this time, in the Shenandoah Valley.  Every year, our church, gleans the orchards of local, kind-hearted farmers.  The densely packed apples, were distributed to shelters, that help feed the poor and homeless within our community.  I absolutely love our church!  RISE is all inclusive and seeks, in every way possible, to mend God’s creation.  If you’re ever in the area (Harrisonburg Virginia), please visit us!  You will be warmly welcomed.  http://www.riseharrisonburg.com

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Peels from the apples, destined for a pie.

Continuing with an apple theme, this photograph was taken while I was in the midst of making a pie.  “My counter lay dense, in beautiful hues of red.”  (hmmm…that last line could be the beginnings of a beautiful poem…)

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Dense

This Weeks Photo Challenge: Shadow

Hello Friends!

Below are my entries into this weeks Photo Challenge:  Capture a shadow.

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Newport RI

I’m not quite sure if reflections count as legitimate shadows, but I loved the shadowy reflections captured in this photo.

 

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Newport RI

Last year, we were able to spend a few days in Newport Rhode Island, to celebrate our 10th anniversary.  I took the above photo on one of our evening walks.

 

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Corinne at Hampton Beach NH

When we lived in New Hampshire, we were only five minutes from Hampton Beach.  When this particular photo was taken, our life was in crisis mode because of a job loss.  We actually worried of becoming homeless.  During those months, we took many steps in the sand.

 

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Danica looking beyond the shadows at Applecrest Farms in Hampton Falls NH

Autumn is my favorite time of year.  We always looked forward to visiting Applecrest Farms during their annual Harvest Festival.  On this particular outing, our dogs, Danica and Dolly went with us.  Above, Danica looks to be surveying the clearing, beyond the shadows that hold her captive.

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Morris, working on his tan

Morris is our rescue kitty we got from a friend.  You probably can’t see them, but he actually has freckles on his nose.  Of course, red hair and freckles are the norm for us gingers.  Ginger Power!  Morris loves the outdoors. In this photo he is lounging on the back porch taking in some rays.  The shadow of his head reminds me of Batman.

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Weekly Photo Challenge

 

A Conversation with God 7/27/16

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Gracie Lou…newest member of our family

[Me:]  God, why can’t puppies be born with bigger bladders?

[God:]  Puppies have been born for some 65 million years, give or take a million or two, why the need for bigger bladders now?

[Me:]  Well, Lord this morning I stepped in her piddle-puddle…barefoot and before coffee; and I have to say it wasn’t a very pleasant experience.

[God:]  I can understand how that may seem like a crisis…especially before coffee.

[Me:]  Yes…I guess it was sort of a crisis because I had already prepared a delicious cup of coffee with my favorite Cold Stone Sweet Cream, and was on may way to a comfortable chair when I happened to step in something wet.  Sure enough, the “wet” was golden in color, so I had to put down my coffee, go into the kitchen, grab some paper towels and the bleach cleaner, walk all the back and clean up Gracie Lou’s mess.  By the time I was able to sit down my coffee was cold and the only way I like cold coffee is if it were made to be cold from the start.

[God:]  Hmmmm…Yes, I can see how that could be quite frustrating.  I’ve gotten a lot of frustrating stories this morning.  Take for instance…

[Me:]  Oops, excuse me Lord.  Gracie just awoke…gotta take her outside before she squats.  I’ll be right back.

[15 minutes later]

[Me:]  I’m sorry it took so long, Lord.  After Gracie peed she ran to my garden with plans to chew up my squash plants.  I’ve told her no some “fifty-million” times!

(deep breath)

Well, as fate would have it, I was still barefoot, and I didn’t want to take a chance in stepping in poo, so I had to go all the way back inside and put on my shoes.  Shoes on, I go back outside and Gracie is licking the dew from the grass.  Well, of course, it becomes obvious to me that she’s thirsty; so I have this debate in my mind as the whether I should give her some water or not…as giving her water would only serve to intensify the problem. Well… I just could stand the thought of her being thirsty so I gave her some water.  Whew!

(deep breath and a pause)

[Me:]  So, God, you were saying?

[God:]  Yes, I was letting you know that I’ve had numerous conversations lately and many of them were crisis stories such as yours.  Take for instance, all the way from Alaska, I heard someone cry for help.  A 220-foot fishing boat was filling with water and would soon sink.  Thanks to me, all 46 crew members made it into the rafts.  I sent the Coast Guard  to make sure each one made it home safely.

(God pauses for a moment)

And just yesterday two soldiers, were shot and killed while in the process of protecting a woman from a lone gunman.  Both of these  good Samaritans had children.  I am saddened they will have to grow up without their fathers in their life.

(God pauses again)

Here’s one you may find interesting, as I know how much you love our four-legged furry friends.  Just last week two dogs were left alone, without water, on a tar roof in Newark New Jersey.  As the temperatures rose to 96 degrees the tar on the roof started bubbling and burning the dogs’ paws.  Both of them tried in vain to escape the roof.  The tiniest one, a Yorkie, kept running to edge trying to find a cool spot and the other guy, a pit bull, was covered in hot tar and had given up hope.  Animal officers rescued the two dogs and took them right away to get medical attention.  I’m happy to say both survived and both are being loved by their new caretakers…caretakers much like yourself.

(God pauses again)

You know…Gracie Lou is one blessed little puppy to have a mommy like you.  Thank you for taking care of one of my beloved creatures.  I truly love them all and I’m saddened even when one of my sparrows fall to the ground.

(God pauses and looks to me with tender eyes)

[Me:] (bowing my head)   Lord, I’m sorry for complaining, especially when there’s so many in the world truly suffering.

[God:]  That’s okay my child.  I understand. Hang in there because the blessings Gracie Lou will bring to your life, will far exceed the frustrations.

(God pauses)

[God:]   And…Lisa…

[Me:]  Yes, Lord…?

[God:]  Just remember…Gracie’s bladder grows bigger as each day passes.

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Romans 12:12

(paraphrased)

Rejoice in hope; be patient in tribulation; and continue in prayer.  

A Day In The Life of Bagsby Jones: Bull Dog P.I.

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Bagsby Jones, Bull Dog Private Investigator, was on the case!

He wrinkled his brow, sniffed the air, and vigorously kicked his hind legs.  He rarely took the time to relieve himself while on the job, but, this particular deposit had been necessary.  Call it an emergency that couldn’t wait, or, an accident waiting to happen; either would be true.  Feeling his tummy rumble, he grimaced, and vowed to pass by the next road kill.  Bagsby surmised it must have lain in the sun for too long.  He vowed the next time he came by such a find, he’d take it home to the cat.  He snickered at the thought.

Bagsby scanned the busy street, and was relieved to find that his target had yet to round the corner of Big Bills Butcher Shop.  He was so thankful the poop stop had not hindered the mission at hand, that he sent up a silent “thank you” to Pooch Heaven.

All four of Bagsby’s short, but muscular legs, carried his stocky, body towards the perfect hideout.  He had spent weeks watching and calculating the moves of the big guy, and Bagsby was confident this was the perfect place for the ambush.

Stifling a bark of laughter, Bagsby began back into a small space between two large trash cans.  This maneuver proved difficult, as the space was quite small.  He grunted a cuss word, or two, and wiggled his booty back and forth, until he finally squeezed into the tiny opening.  Had it only been yesterday that he had been able to back in with ease?  Bagsby was baffled, until he remembered the road kill, and realized the tainted stuff must have given him given him gas.  A repetitious rumble, sneaked out his back door, giving credence to his assumption.  The confined space captured the ripe fragrance, and wafted it to his nose.  Bagsby curled his upper lip, scowled, and cursed the road kill, but then he thought about the cat, and smiled.

His mischievous day dream, of poisoning the cat, dissipated at the sound of a distant whistle.   Harmonious whistling had always preceded the big guy’s approach.  Bagsby, reigned in his thoughts to the task at hand.  He knew his target was close, so he tensed his body, and readied himself for the ambush.  Sure enough, the whistling grew louder as the target rounded the butcher shop.  After a moment he could hear the big guy’s footsteps, so he hunkered closer to the ground, in preparation for the attack.  Bagsby could barely contain his excitement.

“Wait for it…wait for it…not yet,” he chided….wait for it…wait… ”

Then it happened!  Shoe leather, and blue fabric entered his field of vision.  Without hesitation, Bagsby lunged his bull-dog frame forward, but his bloated body wedged to a halt.  The noise startled the big guy dressed in blue, and when he caught sight of Bagsby ricocheting between the two trash cans, he screamed, and ran down the busy sidewalk, dodging the passerby’s.

Bagsby feared his target would escape, but adrenalin and another slippage of gas propelled him forward, toppling over both trash cans.  He hit the ground running, booking it in the direction of the fleeing man.  When he was within striking distance he jumped with teeth bared and jowls flapping in the wind.

Bagsby came down on all fours, with a mouth full of leather.  Proud of his conquest, he vigorously shook the leather bag, spraying a cascade of stamped envelopes to the wind.  Bagsby dropped the satchel, sat on his haunches, and smiled.  He enjoyed watching the array of colors fall all around him.

After they had settled, Bagsby knew it was time for his finishing touch.  He waddled over to the leather bag, and for the first time, he noticed it had the big guy’s name stitched on the front.  Bagsby saddled up close, lifted his hind leg, and christened Mr. Newman’s mail bag.

Afterwards, he kicked his hind legs, and happily headed towards home, after all, he had a cat to feed.

 

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