Fleegle is curled up on the den couch. “I don’t feel so good.” “For a chocolate dog, you look mighty green. Is that grass stuck in your front teeth?” I pull it out for him. “So much for your duck treats, eh? Did you throw up?” He nods. “By the back gate near the garbage... Continue Reading →
“Look, Raud, a stork with a baby,” Fleegle shouts from his seat on the couch where he has a view of the backyard through the den window. A seagull carrying a Subway sandwich wrapper in its beak flies by. “Not big enough,” I say. A little while later, he asks, “What about them? They’re huge.”... Continue Reading →
In the backyard, I sit cross-legged on the grass, close my eyes and begin to meditate. I count my breaths and try to clear my mind, and just when mental silence sets in, a wet nose bumps me in the back of my neck. “Whatcha doin?” Fleegle asks, circling around to my front. “Meditating.” “What’s... Continue Reading →
I’m in my den reading, when Fleegle walks in. “Hello, Mr. Stinky Butt,” I say, using one of my many endearments for him. “My butt doesn’t stink,” he says. “I can reach around and lick it. It’s always clean.” “So that’s what that goobering sound is in the middle of the night that wakes me.”... Continue Reading →
Still unable to sleep, I listen to Fleegle snore. He sounds like a train struggling up a steep grade with a freight load of fat Labradors. I nudge him with my foot under the covers. “Straighten out your neck and maybe that freight you’re pulling won’t be so heavy.” “Is the soothing rhythm of my... Continue Reading →
I’m tossing and turning in bed, struggling to get to sleep, when Fleegle asks, “Where do babies come from?” I look through the murky darkness in the bedroom at his black silhouette sitting on my bed. “The stork flies them in and delivers them to houses of families who want them.” “What’s a stork?” “A... Continue Reading →
When Arthur arrived at the cafe, the hostess seated him outside on the sidewalk patio at his favorite table right in the midst of the diners where the people watching was best. He ordered a glass of wine, not because he liked it but because he didn’t. It would last a long time and he... Continue Reading →
I gather up an armful of tired looking toys and pass Fleegle in the kitchen on my way to the garage. “Where are you going with all my toys?” he asks. “We’re having a garage sale.” He cocks his head to the side. “You’re going to sell my toys?” “They’ve been sitting untouched in your... Continue Reading →
“What’s that you got in your crate?” I ask Fleegle, pointing inside it at something small and black. His tail wags. “Well, Raud, that’s one of your remotes. I think it’s to the television.” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s it doing in there?” He sits, his tail sweeping the floor behind him. “It’s like... Continue Reading →
I was napping underneath Tina’s dangling feet—she was the smallest of my two-legger family—while she sat on the old red leather couch between her dad and granddad. Every now and then she brushed her toes against the fur on the top of my head. It woke me with a tickle, but I didn’t mind. Tina... Continue Reading →
Raud Kennedy 