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I am a Dog

I am a DOG. I am not a toy. I’m not a doll. I am not a clown. I’m NOT human and I’m not vain.
I value my comfort and freedom. I walk happiest on four feet. I hate it when I cannot wag my tail for someone I love, when I cannot bound up happily to lick his face, when that darned ‘dress’ threatens to trip me up each time I run. I do not feel cute. I feel hampered and uncomfortable and ridiculously silly.

Save the vanities for you and your kind. Leave me a cheerful scruffy frump.
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Just before the day ends here’s my 100 word drabble for day 3 of the Marathon Bloggers Drabble week. Today’s topic is If I were an animal.

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Pet Peeve

It began as a mild stirring, a rustle barely audible, the letting out of a gentle breath. The hypnotic rhythm gathered momentum turning into a rumbling, getting louder and louder. Finally the big ones came starting somewhere deep, complete with flaring nostrils and quaking mouth.
Exasperated, she picked her pillow and walked to the couch.
Day 3 at the Marathon Bloggers Drabble Week and that’s my ‘Pet Peeve’ in 55 words.
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The tragic pumpkin

Listlessly she watched mum haggling with the vendor. She hated vegetable shopping. She hated vegetables – slimy things that made dinner times a trial. She glared at the fat pumpkin on the shelf.
And then it heaved a sigh. She stared. Two huge tears rolled down its ‘cheeks’. Could it hear her think? ‘Yes I can,’ said he. Said? She couldn’t believe it. ‘I cannot believe it…’, he sniffed, ‘…you hate me so.’ The sniff turned into wracking sobs and then to her absolute shock the pumpkin exploded.
‘May I please have pumpkin for lunch?’ she asked her mum next morning.
The topic for the 100 word drabble on day 2 at the Marathon Bloggers Drabble Week is “The pumpkin exploded”. This is a story I picked from the twins’ childhood… okay babyhood.
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The last wish

The skies smiled bluer than usual, the trees waved out in their emerald glory, the roses blushed a gentle pink, all vying for that impeccable first impression. The day sparkled a tad bit more to match the glow in the youngster’s eyes. It was her first view of the world thanks to someone’s last wish.

Day 2 at the Marathon Blogger’s Drabble Week and the prompt for the 55er is
“His last wish”
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….And I’m back

No matter how hard I try there always is a month (at least) in the year when I go on an unintentional break. I am hoping this was it.
So after having swept, mopped and dusted my blog, here I am, jumping right in with the Drabble Challenge at Marathon Bloggers. Beginning today, we’ll be doing one 55 fiction and/or one 100 words drabble each day for a week.
Today’s 55 word prompt is.. “The broken promise” and here’s my take..
As always, the wave came suddenly catching her unawares, overcoming her resolve, enveloping her in its intensity. And then it passed, just as suddenly, leaving her frustrated.. hating herself. This wasn’t the mother she’d promised to be. Hugging her tiny sobbing girl close, she resolved..
“I will make it happen. I will conquer my anger.”
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Now for the 100-word drabble.
Today’s prompt “She fell flat on her rear” 
Her daughter could do it. Even her clumsy-as-a-bear son could manage it. The gym instructor had suggested she try it. “Doesn’t seem like too big a deal,” she murmured as she readied herself for a try.
Carefully she placed her head on the pillow. Then slowly, very slowly she raised her body inch by inch till she straightened her feet right up in the air. The bood rushed to her head and the world was balanced perfectly upside down – for a fraction of a  second – and then she fell flat on her rear.
Yoga clearly wasn’t her cup of tea.
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