It’s a Dog’s Life
One page short story
By: Leo N. Ardo
“She’s kinda cute. I’ve made eye contact. Bonus, she smells like bacon. I am so excited. Maybe they will let me run around for a while before they put me back in this cage.”
“Two people are pointing at me. Have I got something in my fur? Let me check. … I am so dizzy … Got to stop doing that.”
“They are going to take me out of this cage. I will get to run around for a while.”
Arff, arff, bark.
“I’ve seen this before. Where? He is giving my breeder something. This same thing happened to Whitey-with-the-brown-spot. He never returned.”
“I don’t want that thing on my chest. When I get big like you, I am going to make you wear one of these. Where are we going? Blacky-with-the–white-socks, help me. Good advice, I will drag my feet. I can’t wait to get big.”
Arff, arff, Arff, ARFF.
“Why are you taking me away from my brothers and sisters—never mind, I smell food. I better run ahead to point it out. You don’t seem to be too interested. Come on, there is food ahead. I am hungry. Lets put some hustle in your step.”
“Why does he keep saying, Sit? Maybe I am supposed to run to him. Now he is speaking really slow. Okay, here I come.”
“Talk to me. You are so quiet. You smell like food. Stop! Don’t take him away. There’s no one else to bark to. Good, he is taking that thing off my back. I don’t want to go in there! GRRrrrr. When I get big like you, you won’t push me around so easily.
“Everything keeps moving. It’s better when I lay down. I think I am getting sick. Maybe a nap will help.”
“Finally everything has stopped moving. I can nap in peace. Here comes that thing on my back again. Okay, I’ll finish my nap later. New exciting stuff to check out.”
Arff-sniff-Arff, sniff, Sniff …
Leo N. Ardo
As a young boy, I can recall sitting with my father at the local gas station listening to the stories, and thinking what a wonderful life. In reflection, we had everything that mattered: good friends, comfortable life, sense of community, … and good stories.
Now I am a thirty-five year veteran of small business, and author of several short stories. A new book is in the works—and, rewriting The Jon Hersey – Industrial Spy series.
Several short stories can be found at the blog listed below.
Another passion is photography, which I find to be similar to writing. A photograph tells a story—1000 words worth. Like an author, the photographer has to make judgment calls when framing—what to include, or exclude. Altering the position of the camera changes the exposure and may reveal flaws, much like a writer’s pen enlightens the reader by revealing character flaws.
When the world is closing in I pack up the fly-fishing gear. Fly-fishing has a required calming rhythm to cast a fly where it needs to land.
Saved for the happy ending: luck has blessed me with the girl in my dreams. We enjoy family, movies, travel, reading, golf, and biking. We call Utah and Wyoming home to be near our families.
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