Canine Capers

It has been a while since I have participated in Friday Fictioneers, mainly because I have known I would not have the time to comment on others’ posts and for that I apologise.  Today’s offering is a little ditty about the demon beast who came to live with us in April.  The prompt picture is almost exactly the same as the bridge nearby where he likes to go.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

On a hot summer day (to paraphrase the words of the one-and-only Meatloaf) in the slow-moving stream under the bridge, Freddie splashed about joyfully.  Bounding about, clambering at the slippery mountain-like rocks, he was as happy as a pig in the proverbial.  His long leash prevented him going too far upstream; he was only three months after all. 

I felt an outpouring of love for this funny little bundle of fluff who had come into our lives creating mayhem with every tail-wag.

His initial reluctance to go into the water, which my big toe encouraged him to overcome, was long-gone.

 Word Count: 100

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