It is a common misconception that I have limited mental faculties. Quite understandable. Most people only see me when I’m acting like the slobbering, bumbling–albeit loveable–scamp. This not the real me, but a carefully cultivated image I’ve crafted.
“Why?” you might ask. Well, put bluntly, it’s just simpler this way. The less that is expected of you, the more you are free to pursue your own interests. I’m an amateur ornithologist, for example. And the tangerine tabby never expects that it is I who is responsible for many of his foibles.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rubber spiders I need to plant in a lasagna.
Hate dogs yet? Only one more day to go, folks.
This is day nine of BlogShorts, a short-story writing challenge. Ten days, ten short stories, 110 words. This year, we’re writing to the theme: The Dog Days of Summer. You can read all the sordid details here.
Be sure to read what the other participants have in store for Odie:
Blogdramedy – think of me as the alpha dog
1pointperspective - circus dog (inside joke that’s not so inside if you go over and read his blog)
SteveBetz - in for a Penny, in for a pound (I AM good!)
Joe’s Musings - a bit of a scrappy scribbler
MC’s Whispers - speaks five languages (not including puppy-speak)
Shouts from the Abyss - he knows how to sit up and beg
H.E. Ellis - he likes pithy and, for some reason, Chevy Impalas
Lenore Diane - peanut butter & bananas sandwiches make her day