This is day one of The Dog Days of Summer, a Blogdramedy writing challenge. If you came here looking for quality content you are decidedly barking up the wrong tree. -Ed.
Tom B. Taker
His jowls jiggled as he spoke. There was some spittle.
“I can’t shake it, Doc,” he said. “He haunts me. I see him everywhere I go. I’ve scratched myself raw. I’ve developed a nervous tick. I even ate some poop.”
He paused, glanced around suspiciously then continued in a hushed voice.
“I’ve even, you know. Licked myself.”
Pause. “Down … there.”
I nodded. “I see. How did this make you feel?”
“Like I’m a bad dog!”
“Look, Cujo. It’s not unusual. He may behave like your mom but he can’t really hurt you.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
The door creaked open and there he was. “Yo quiero Taco Bell!”
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I’m always envious of dogs that can do that. Personally, I prefer mine with salsa.
I’m going to be charitable and assume you mean a quesadilla.
That little Mexican is haunting. Therapy can’t fix that kind of horror.
It’s hard to deal with that level of single-mindedness.
I could never understand why TB went away from that little character. My favorite commercial was when Godzilla came out a few years ago and the Taco bell dog freaked when he saw the footprint.
Oh, sure. It’s easy to act all tough until Godzilla shows up.
TB Dog certainly was a memorable character.
I’d like to see that little dog take on the Geico gecko. (“I even ate some poop.” *snort*)
You have an eye for literary greatness. Someone recently bragged to me that dogs are cleaner than cats. In the same breath he also mentioned they eat poop.
I rest my case.
“Licked myself.” Pause. “Down … there.” HA!
And I’d do unspeakable things if that little shit were following me around, too.
I like it when I’m understood. It happens so rarely.
We would all do it if we could! (Lick ourselves, not eat poop)
“Yo quiero Taco Bell.”