I am good now

Mom took me to the place where I’ve been weighed

And poked

And given treats

That place is not half bad

Until I got tired and next thing I knew

I was waking up from a nap I didn’t know I took

My tummy hurt

And was colder and less furry than normal

And I somehow wedged my head in plastic

Dad picked me up

I couldn’t do anything but sit down and feel sad

About all the stuff I had endured

I was sure no other dog had ever lived through

Such confusion and anguish

I am good now

This is the thirteenth (#13) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard