So, I’m sorry I’ve not blogged in a long time. I’ve been busy getting things ready for the Breathe Christian Writers Conference this weekend. Ironically, I’ll be presenting on blogging. Ahem.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story that I wrote 5 years ago during a short story challenge I did. If you’re looking for a heartwarming story, this ain’t it. But if you need a little giggle to get you through this crazy day, this might do the trick.
I hope you enjoy it!
Today’s story is inspired by Robyn Orme. Robyn works at Great Lakes Christian College. Here’s her story idea…
9 year old dog. Modern American home. The child he has loved and cared for is leaving for college in another state.
Okay, first of all, I hate my name. When this lame brain family adopted me my name was Marco. Mysterious, handsome, exotic Marco. But no.
“I can’t call this cute little puppy Marco,” the mother of the family said. “That name’s just too grown up for him.”
Uh. Hello. She didn’t think I was going to grow up? Now I’m the butt of all the canine jokes in the neighborhood. I can barely go outside to do my “business” without hearing the neighbors bark “Mr. Fuzzington, you sure are Fuzzy.”
Now, I know, it’s a pretty dumb rip. But you try pooping when someone’s calling you Fuzzy. You…
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