“ Fleegle sits next to me on the couch, watching my every bite. “You know, the proper way to eat pizza is with your hands, not on a plate with a fork,” he says. “And how would you know this?” He jerks his nose at the television screen. “That’s how everyone on your television eats... Continue Reading →
"We talk to our dogs all of the time, but what would happen if they talked back? What would they share about the world from their perspective? Take a ride with Raud and his dogs and find out." This is the premise for my new series of dog fiction that I'm writing for Kindle Vella.... Continue Reading →
“Put more Parmesan cheese on it, Raud,” Fleegle says as I grate a block of it over the two slices of pizza on my plate. “Don’t hold back. Parmesan really completes the flavor. Go on, keep grating.” “You’re drooling again,” I say. Fleegle eyes the block of cheese. “That’s a smart move, buying that fresh... Continue Reading →
Fleegle stares at the baking pizza through the little window on the oven door. “It’s done, Raud, you can take it out now.” “It’s not done. I just put it in.” I glance at the digital timer. “It still has twelve minutes and eight seconds, seven, six to go before it’s done baking.” Fleegle looks... Continue Reading →
We pull into a parking spot in front of the take and bake pizza place. Fleegle sniffs at the inch wide gap at the top of the passenger window. “I can smell it from here. I can smell pizza through brick walls. Why ever eat kibble when there’s pizza?” “You’re drooling.” I open my door.... Continue Reading →
I end the call to the take-and-bake and set my phone on my desk. Fleegle runs over and nose bumps my leg. “Pizza? You said pizza on the phone, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did.” He runs to the door leading to the garage. “Come on, let’s go.” I remain seated. “Hold your horses. They need... Continue Reading →
“Hey, chunky monkey, how’s it going?” I say to Fleegle as he joins me on the couch to watch television. “I’m not as chunky as you,” he says. “Look at your big couch potato belly. Pressing that remote must give you quite the workout. Changing the channel is like a hundred pound bench press for... Continue Reading →
In my bedroom, I pull off my shirt and put on a different one. Fleegle sits on the bed watching. “Why that shirt? What’s wrong with the first one?” “I don’t feel like wearing it.” “But you feel like wearing that one. And those pants?” “What’s wrong with these pants?” He snorts. “Nothing.” Now he’s... Continue Reading →
As I scoop kibble into Fleegle’s bowl, he spins counter clockwise in circles, with his butt leading the way in a backwards circle. “Keep it coming,” he says and spins another circle. I empty the third scoopful into his bowl and tighten the lid back on the kibble container. I use a small scoop to... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting at my desk filling out next week’s dog walking schedule when Fleegle comes in from outside, sits next to me and stares. I glance at the wall clock. “It’s not time for your dinner yet. It’s only 3:30.” “But I’m hungry, Raud, really hungry. I think I might be starving. I bet it... Continue Reading →
Fleegle and I are in the car waiting for a red light to change. Riding shotgun, Fleegle lets out a very loud bark that makes me cover my ears. “Ouch. What are you barking at?” He stares ahead intently. “That man.” I look where he’s looking, but see no one. “What man?” “That man in... Continue Reading →
I’m cooking my breakfast in the kitchen when Fleegle trots in from the backyard. “Feeling better, I see,” I say. “Absolutely.” “I bet that’s the last time you’ll be eating duck treats.” “I’m not so sure that’s what made me sick. They were pretty tasty. It might’ve been something else,” he says, hopefully. “What else... Continue Reading →
Raud Kennedy 