I have been away too long. Being the first day of the New Year I figured it was as good a time as any to jump back in. So the goal is to write a short story based on the photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-fields. This weeks photo belongs to her daughter-in-law, a picture of their tree-climbing dog. She assures that this is untouched and not photo-shopped. Yep, that’s her granddaughter watching.
Now I have no doubt that her dog can climb trees, but I’m biased. No, not because I want to believe everything people I like tell me. Because in college I taught my boyfriend’s German Shepherd, Picasso, to climb trees. We’d head out the the park and spend the afternoon watching people walk by from our wooded perch. Some of the best people watching I ever had. They never knew what to make of this giant dog high aloft an Oak. Are there Oaks in Colorado? Either way it was deciduous and splendid.
Wednesdays are playdates. Mrs. Snider brings her famous scones and mamma serves her homemade jelly. Timmy ran around the backyard throwing balls at my head.
Inside Mamma was filling coffee mugs inscribed #1 Mom. Soon they’d be on the back patio dishing the latest neighborhood scandals. Timmy acting like the angel he’s not.
“Your dog’s in the tree again”, Mrs. Snider pointed out. “Every time we’re here he takes to the tree.”
“Suppose he’s showing off”, mama smiled. When I can talk I’ll let Mama know the truth, Timmy and the trampoline. Or I’ll just join Toto in the tree.
Word Count: 100
P.S. Please make sure to read the others.
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