Flash Fiction in 99 Words: Dog Thoughts

Dog Thoughts

“We’ll be back in a little while.  You be good.”

That’s my owner.  He says that every day before leaving the house to go to work.  If I could talk, I’d tell him, “Okay, you do know that I’m a teenager, right?  I’m going back to sleep now.”

I spend a lot of time curled up under his desk.  It’s my private sleeping quarters.  My scent is embedded in the plush carpet, among other things.  At least I don’t have to sleep directly on the wood floors.  I got a splinter one time in my paw.  Oh, that hurt.