Picture courtesy of Dawn Landau
I walk my dog at the local dog park several times a week. Penelope is a big fan of the wide open spaces, chasing birds, her tail and anything else she can find. One of her favorite things to do is to find a pile of something smelly and roll in it. Good thing there is a self-service dog washing place on the way out. Our faithful friends are entwined around our hearts. This is in honor of all of them.
Word count: 100
Walking along the tracks, Dawn enjoyed the sun on her shoulders.
“C’mon, Duke, you old slow poke. Stop sniffing everything!”
Hearing a leaf rustle behind her, she turned to look. She saw his fluffy tail heading into the bushes – or was it a branch?
She shook her head ruefully. Duke couldn’t resist a good scent or a quick chase.
Arriving at their resting spot along the trail, Dawn sat down and reached into her pack, opening a small canister.
“Sniff around all you want now, buddy boy. You’re free.”
Ashes and tears floated across the tracks, glinting in the afternoon sun.
© Erin Leary
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