A to Z Challenge..
ABC's of My Life~
....was there any doubt in your mind it would be?
Below is a portion of one of the stories titled, Hurricanes in my book about our loveable, endearing golden retriever: Life through the Eyes of a Hurricane: Doggie Dog!
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Life through the Eyes of a Hurricane: Doggie-Dog!
I know, I know . . . I haven’t been on the computer for well, in like forever, because it has taken me quite awhile to recover from our vacation to Emerald Isle and I’ll tell you why. The beach was exquisite with all the opportunities to play chase the birds and lope with Little Daddy, search for crabbies in the sand, all my walks, and games of tag with the waves and WOW, what gigantic waves they were!
There was something about this expedition to the big blue bathtub I don’t understand though. When we got to the ocean someone called “Hurricane Danielle” had been there so these scarlet flags hung on poles, blowing in the brisk breeze. Big Daddy said the streamers were there to tell us not to swim in the ocean. Well, what fun is that?
Besides, no one told me I could have met and played with Danielle, someone who shares MY name! If I had been there a couple days early, I could have joined in the fun with her. I bet she was pretty just like her name, but evidently I missed meeting her, DARN!
Anyway, I was amused from sun up ’till sundown. I took daybreak strolls on the beach with Big Daddy because he wakes up really early. I wonder if it has anything with me giving him licky-lickies on the face when just a hint of light peeks in the window? UMMMMM, anyway, he gets out of bed mumbling something about “Devil-Dog” . . . there he goes using that word again when I know my name is Hurricane.. . .
. . .But just when I was having so much fun with the waves and the birds and all the strolls, on Thursday my family started to put all our things in bags and boxes and place them all in our van.
“What was going on? We can’t leave yet because I’m still having fun!”
Little Daddy said, “Hurricane Earl is coming.” Well, I know I didn’t invite Hurricane Earl so why is he coming? I just don’t understand all this use of my name. And if we didn’t invite Earl, why does he have to be so mean and make us leave?
I won't give the ending away but if you'd like to read another tid-bit about Hurricane, go to my friend's blog who shared her experience with our beloved pup. Who knew he'd be a bra stealer? Her blog is entitled Quitting my Day Job...
Happy 'H' weekend~