Buddy, The Rottweiler, and Charlie, the Dachshund, Find a Snack

A Conversation

“It’s really only a matter of time before they take that away.”

“Nah, they don’t even see me.”

“They seem to know when you’re into something you’re not supposed to be in.”

“It’s the silence. Go make some noise. Scratch your crotch or something.”

“It doesn’t itch.”

“Don’t just stand there watching me. Go somewhere else.”

“I can’t. It’s so fascinating.”

“In what way?”

“How you can get that whole thing in your mouth.”

“Easy really.”

“How so?”

“I suck in the head first then hide the legs with my tongue.”

“Ope, she’s coming over now.”

“Buddy, spit out Missy’s doll.”

“I told you she’d notice.”

“I’ll get it back. No one will want it covered in spit.”

“True. Give me a lick.”

“Oh, you’re going to love the taste of this one.”

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Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

Michael Shawn Sommermeyer writes fast fiction, observations, poetry, mysteries, fantasies, and science fiction. He focuses on oddities, unbelievable facts, strange phenomenon, discoveries, and the people who wander uneven worlds. He ponders the dreams of mythmakers and explores what the every person dreams about. He writes fiction for http://wordsmithholler.com and has written scientific and technical writing for a number of magazines.

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