55 Flash Fiction Friday: Puppy Love

We’ve grown apart over the years and I’m so sorry for that. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve bought a ramp so we can go places together more easily. At your age, obviously, five-mile bicycle rides are out, but I hope to be close again. It’d help if you stopped shitting in the house.

Petie - Malamute twelve and a half years old

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  1. It started four years ago as a marking thing – the cat got sick and had an accident, then Petie had to mark that spot. After that Chelan (my husky) thought the house was a giant potty and Petie has to mark it all…with poop. The post I linked to – that was obviously diarrhea and probably came out before he got a chance to “ask” to go out. But the rest of it – marking.

  2. smarmoofus – He’s doing really well. We took him to the vet for his annual visit and she said that there isn’t any muscle loss and he might have another two to four years left in him.

  3. i guess dogs are like humans when they get old….we regress and can’t help shitting ourselves. hope he’s doing better. my youngest saw his photo and was like, ‘awwww, who’s dog is that?’ she’s a big time animal lover especially dogs of all kinds.

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  4. Haha, you are really funny. I love your blogs, and your homepage. Great job!
    And to this blog: Oh, poor little dog. He looks so so cute. Who can be mad at someone, with such as cute eyes as him? I’m sure he is not shitting in your eyes, just to tease you  (But that does not mean, that I do not know how annoying that can be to you :) )

  5. Akelamalu – of course I still love him. Lets just say the relationship has been a bit strained, but I’m making some changes and I hope it helps all of us.

  6. Jessie – Thank you ;-) But there isn’t anything little about my dog :P He’s about 115 pounds or 52 kilograms. And believe me with the big poops he leaves – it’s really easy to get mad. I want to kill him at times, but I love him. *sigh*

  7. Henry says thanks. He keeps checking out your dog and saying how cute he is. What a great 55. If I hadn’t seen the pic I might have been left wondering. *smile*