By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore
“She’s barking.”
“She does that.”
“She doesn’t usually stop short,” I said.
“No,” agreed my wife, hurrying outside.
I followed and watched Elise corral our dog. Soon, Harlow was sitting, butt wriggling, tail wagging. “What is it?” asked Elise, trying to give Harlow a once-over. “You alright, girl?”
Harlow was strangely tight-lipped. No tongue hanging out. No attempted licking.
“Is she okay?” I asked.
“I think…” started Elise, but Harlow could no longer contain herself. She opened her mouth and a frog leapt out onto my wife’s shoulder.
Elise screamed and Harlow bounded after the frog, ever ready to give chase.
Read in once, laughed out loud, read it a second time just for the chance to laugh again! Thanks.
So deliciously different. Well done!
So Funny, thanks for the life. it has made my morning. Maybe you should consider giving us one a day of this.