Susan from Stony River, welcomes us to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture paints just 140 characters.
That means you have to be prepared to read between the lines.
If you’d like to join us, stop by Susan’s, pick up the picture prompt,
compose your story in 140 character (or less), post it,
and sign in at Susan’s place, then commence in the sharing!
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“You know son, I think you should’ve given a little more thought to where we were standin’ before you tossed that stick and yelled, Fetch!”
LOL…can rover not swim? LOL There again, who knows who went to fetch the stick LOL. Great story
Thom — I’ll leave the swimming to your imagination. I think the fall gave him a heart attck, poor old boy.
here I am at 12:10 am and no Puny Monday, what happened? Stayed up late for naught!!! xoxoxoo
just got my mail yesterday….wow postage is expensive. get with you asap LOVE YOU
Caryl – -apparently my blog didn’t automatically transfer to daylight savings time and I forgot to change it. Oops!
LOL!! and no life preservers around
Soooo: what happened to Punny Monday?? time stamp went swimming too ??
Marcee — yes. Time stamp went swimming, too. It never made it across from Hawaii. Maybe a shark got it.
Yes, and now she’s going to come back wet and wreck the car. I think we need to check mum’s medication. Thanks for popping by already Here be mine.
John — your comment is funnier than my story!
Ah, it happens
Enjoyed that.
Tony — I had a dog once that would have followed a stick anywhere.
I am still smiling at this one.
Bill — I’m glad I gave you a chuckle.
Very funny and clever…nice read!
Chris — glad you liked it.
That’s a man bites dog story!
Kelley — indeed. And when the dog made it bak up the bank with the stick, he beat the man!
Oh no the poor pooch! It did make me laugh though.
Akelamalu — yeah, I felt a bit ashamed of myself for laughing when I thought of it, and it’s just make-believe!
LOL! I love how a whole story or scenario can be created with only 140 characters! I can just see the poor doggie trying to fetch that stick in the stream — unless it was like ours, who won’t go near the water.
I loved this photo but so far haven’t come up with anything for it yet.
Barbara — I was envisioning the look on the poor dog’s face when it cleared the bridge and realized it was headed for the river!
Loyalty rules, even for the thoughtless.
50 — yes.Dogs are loyal even to those who don’t deserve it.
Haha! You made me smile!
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EG – -that’s only fair since your’s made me smile, too!
You did it again, Quilly!
Excelllent.. poor dog..
Mine is here Happy MM! Have a wonderful week! hugs shakira
Shakira — I try very hard to “do it” every day!
Very funny. I can’t see the picture here, but I saw it on another blog. Nice Imagination.
Wray — I stole the image from a blogger blog, and as usual, Blogspot is having “issues”.
Bad, Quilly. Bad!
lol
Nessa — woof!
yikes, poor pooch! i hope he sprinkles the culprit when he shakes off the water
(and on an unrelated note, grrrrrrrrr! you happen to say a nice word about blogger and the next thing you know, it’s having issues!)
Polona – -I said a nice word about Blogger? Where? IT must have been an accident! LOL!
OH no — ROFL! You brought back such a happy camping memory with this one — we took our little dog with us once (a Sheltie) and she had a merry time fetching sticks we threw while we set up camp. Hours later we were all sitting around, just chatting, and without thinking someone lobbed a stick into the river beside us — and the dog raced after it, dove into the water, and just disappeared. We all sat stunned and then when we realised she hadn’t reappeared, we all charged the water and dragged her out. That was a wonderful weekend all around, lots of fun.
You’ve got me looking forward to the summer now Quilly!
Susan — I taught my wonderful yellow lab (George) to fetch, then one day we went to the woods to get firewood. I needed to clear the path from the tree my ex-husband was sawing up to the pickup, so I walked the trail picking up whatever might trip us and tossing it away — mostly large sticks and branches. At the end of the trail I looked back over my shoulder to note that George had fetched all the sticks and returned them to the path. Good dog. Pft.
And yet my dog would’ve gotten it, dropped it at my feet….and probably pushed me in.
Nice one!
Hope – -LOL! My lab plowed into me once and dropped me into an ice cold creek, fishing pole and all.