I’m stuck at the dog hotel and I take no responsibility for what’s posted here.
I can’t believe it! I’m stuck in the dog hotel again. My person went away and left me, and here I am at the dog hotel.
How am I going to have any adventures? Or fun? I won’t have anything to write about on my blog.
Wait, I know. I’ll make up a story. It’ll be a first. I’ll tell a story about some imaginary dog who is having imaginary adventures. Here goes:
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Slush sprayed the half-grown puppy as a semi-truck rushed by inches from his nose. The puppy stopped still in his tracks and then turned and ran back the way he’d come.
Shaking to rid himself of the damp, the puppy took a cautious step into the soft snow. He moved his other paw forward and tried again, inching his way into the woods and sometimes sinking to his belly.
Away from the highway everything was silent. Slowly falling snowflakes tickled the puppy’s nose as they landed. A few blades of grass grew through the snow surrounding it. The puppy nibbled on these but they didn’t satisfy his hunger. He wandered for awhile sniffing the snow in spots, or scratching at the base of a tree, hoping for something, anything, that smelled like food. But he found nothing.
Finally exhaustion overtook him. He lay down right where he was in the snow. In spite of the cold, he fell into a fitful sleep.
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To be continued tomorrow.
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