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Dogs and life

August 4, 2021

I take my dogs to the grassy field

I watch them play with abandon

Down the hill like racing cheetahs

back up the hill like prancing stallions

Down and up

Down and up

Playing with the same red ball

A fourth or fifth replacement

from the original model

I think how crazy it is

that they enjoy the same routine

They are happy to take

their mirror image strides

Over and over again

Resting in their usual spots

Their mouths wide open

soaking in air

They look like they’re smiling

Maybe they are

They have life figured out after all

This is the fourteenth (#14) 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

I am good now

February 15, 2021

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

On my walk today

November 12, 2020

I took the fluffy tyrants on a walk today

convinced it would be best if we all got out

A car backed into a driveway in front of us

intersecting our tug-filled return home

The face peering through its passenger window

made me pause and catch my breath

He looked like he could be around the same age

as a classmate my son once knew

had that classmate reached his teenage years

The smile on his face upon gazing at my dogs

reminded me that life can be both messy and joyful

And walks can be both mundane and momentous

This is the twelfth (#12) 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