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Day #54: The Wolf & The Hotdog

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The Story:

                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He politely declined.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He had other interests in mind.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He answered, “I’ll pass”.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He’d rather kick up grass.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He trotted off in haste.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He scoffed and said “no thanks”.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He wanted none of it.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He wondered when I’d quit.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He lifted his leg and peed.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He said, “his bowels it would impede”.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He gave it a cursory sniff.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He seemed unaffected by the elected whiff.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He let out a low sigh.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He looked at me and asked, “why?”.
 
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    He claimed it wasn’t on his meal plan.
                                                    I offered the wolf a hotdog,
                                                    Finally he said, “Look… I’m just not interested.
                                                    …I’m a hamburger fan.”
 

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The Not So Fantastic Reality:

The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:

ONE:      It was a monumental day for our little trio (Andy, Joey and I) as we took Joey to meet Zorro for the first time. Zorro is a wolf dog that Andy desperately wants to adopt, but as with any pet we have to make sure it’s the right fit for us, our current pet and of course, Zorro. Now, I’m going to be honest, I was pretty anxious about introducing my bite-sized wiener dog to a dog that is also half wolf. But, I am happy to report, that the meet and greet went exceedingly well. Zorro barely paid any attention to Joey and even let Joey sniff him a little, waiting patiently until he could move on and find something else to pee on (Zorro pees A LOT… it’s a dominance thing). Everyone was thrilled at how well both dogs did and I was pleased as punch to be able to escort my dog home, no worse for wear (and with all of his appendages still attached). We were all joking towards the end of the rendezvous and announced that Zorro must not care for hotdogs. I laughed and added, “I guess he’s a hamburger fan!”. Oh, aren’t I the clever one (they can’t all be winners, folks).

Thanks for not eating me, Zorro... preciate it.

Love & Squirrels.

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About samshine20

Writing a fictious story based on my day's events... every day. Apparently this is how I celebrate turning 30. That's me! ...just a girl with dream. And a blog.

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  1. Joey looks pretty tasty I wouldn’t let Zorro be alone with him.

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