A dog’s view
Tickled by the strange sounds of the lovely forest, the excited bull dog pranced outside the Travelers Bungalow enjoying his first outing away from the noisy city. His master was inside busily typing on a laptop. There came a pair of glowing fireflies and flitted over his head. Wagging his tail like a pendu- lum, he yapped at the flying gems thinking they were stars from the sky. Wanting to show them to his master, he jumped up to catch them but missed every time resulting in a badly bitten tongue. The naughty fire- flies drove him crazy and disappeared.
He blinked up at the static winking stars “Up there, these twinkling things don’t move a wag’s length but come down and dodge wild enough to take your barks away. Why is that so?” he stared hard at the sky and grinned “Ah! That’s because there are no dogs like me out there to catch them.”
Pencil poised on pad, the little boy sat beside his dog “Brownie, dad told me to make a list of things I need. What do I need?”
The dog ran and fetched his damaged shoes.
He wrote “New shoes.”
The dog rolled a broken drum.
The dog unearthed a torn ball from a boggling heap.
He held up the list “Is that all Brownie?”
The yapping dog licked his face.
He wiped his face and added the final item “A new talking doggie. My old one is a dumb fool. I get licked every time. I’m sick of it.”