That’s it, put some mayonnaise on it. No, don’t put it away, don’t be cheap, put it on with a spoon. Stop worrying about your arteries. Stress will kill you long before the mayo. What? The jar’s almost empty? Well then, use it up. Oh yeah, there you go. No, don’t put it in the... Continue Reading →
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 →
Twinkles lived in the West Hills of Portland on Vista Ridge. It was a nice neighborhood in that the houses were expensive and large. Families could live in them without running into each other for days, which was good because many of the families’ members didn’t play well together. Divorce rates were high, affairs a... 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 was getting headaches until I got the second one,” Dinty said, an earphone in each ear with wires leading to the cell phone in his shirtfront pocket. “Now all my calls come in stereo. Like a voice inside my head, right here.” He tapped his forehead with his index finger. “If it’s my boss,... 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 →
Raud Kennedy 