It started out like a typical day. I was lounging around, soaking up the sun and just enjoying being lazy. A delicious smell started wafting toward me so I drifted over to where it came from.
There they were, just as pretty as can be...steaks on the grill.
Thick, juicy steaks just sitting on the fire, getting that nice light char to them. They looked so good and I was so hungry, so I waited. I waited for the person cooking to leave. Then I snuck over the flowers and bushes, did a ninja roll to the side of the fence and waited.
He walked away, leaving those beautiful steaks to cook. I was worried they were gonna burn. I don't like mine burnt. So I crawled on my belly over to the grill, lifted the lid and took a steak.
It's okay, I was hungry.
In doing this, I knocked over the grill, setting the grass and picnic table on fire. I panicked, unsure what to do. I covered my face to hide my embarrassment. I'd caused a fire. This wasn't good.
The guy came out, yelling at his wife to call the fire department, frantically trying to put out the fire himself. He looked around, trying to figure out how the grill fell over. It was pretty sturdy. That's when he saw me.
Me, with part of the steak sitting in front of me, face covered.
He stomped over to me, his face red in anger. He lifted his hand, pointed a finger at me and yelled.
"Bad dog!! Very bad dog!!"
I think I might be in the dog house....
He walked away, leaving those beautiful steaks to cook. I was worried they were gonna burn. I don't like mine burnt. So I crawled on my belly over to the grill, lifted the lid and took a steak.
It's okay, I was hungry.
In doing this, I knocked over the grill, setting the grass and picnic table on fire. I panicked, unsure what to do. I covered my face to hide my embarrassment. I'd caused a fire. This wasn't good.
The guy came out, yelling at his wife to call the fire department, frantically trying to put out the fire himself. He looked around, trying to figure out how the grill fell over. It was pretty sturdy. That's when he saw me.
Me, with part of the steak sitting in front of me, face covered.
He stomped over to me, his face red in anger. He lifted his hand, pointed a finger at me and yelled.
"Bad dog!! Very bad dog!!"
I think I might be in the dog house....
Today’s
post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers
picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All
words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each
writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun
twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what
direction the writer will take them. Until now.
My words were "grill ~ flowers ~ burn ~ fire department ~ embarrassment" and they were submitted by CognitiveScript.
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You just wanted to save those steaks from burning.
ReplyDeleteYou do know the puppy-eyed trick, right? Humans can't be angry anymore.
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Hey, no one likes burnt steak! lol
DeleteGreat use of my words. I love that you did it from the dogs perspective. AND of course he had to save them from burning, I mean who likes burnt steak.
ReplyDeleteExactly! I prefer mine still mooing. lol
DeleteI LOVE when you surprise me in the end of your stories. It always makes me laugh.
ReplyDeleteThat's what UYW is for!
DeleteOkay, I went from really nosy neighbour to very bad dog in only a couple of sentences! Very well done!!!
ReplyDelete*bows* thank you.
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