A Dog Without a Bone

A Conversation

“You’re an idiot!”

“Why you say?”

“You had it all: the bone, the perfect spot in the sun, the blanket, and the squeaky toy. Then you lost it all.”

“Not really.”

“Oh, you’re an idiot all right.”

“The sun spot got too hot, the blanket made it worse, and I was done with the bone. As for the squeaky toy, I’ll get that back.”

“I don’t see how. Miss Izzy has it.”

“She’s easily distracted.”

“She seems to enjoy it right now.”

“Yep, right now.”

“So, how to you plan to get it back?”

“I’ll chew on the bone more. That will make her want it.”

“It’s kind of used up.”

“Sure, but she doesn’t know that.”

“Miss Izzy is just supposed to give up the toy for the bone?”

“Yep. I’ll make her move quicker. See, a few chews and she’s dropped the toy.”

“Uh, now what?”

“I drop the bone and run for the toy, like this.”

“Yeah, I see what you’re getting at. But, I still think you’re an idiot.”

“Why now?”

“You could’ve had it all. And now you’re just a dog without a bone.”

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