Tuesday, July 5, 2016

62. Dog Days, Dog Years
Sheila plopped down next to Mikey on the couch.  Repugnant, who had been curled up at Mikey's feet, climbed into Sheila's lap.

"How old is Repugnant?" Mikey asked.

Sheila said, "Hmm, we got him right before we replaced the furnace. Wow, that makes him ten. Seventy in dog years.  He's getting up there."

They sat in silence, both sadly pondering how fast a dog's life passes.  Mikey looked at Sheila, and not wanting to wait another day to make her happy, said, "I'm going to rehab."

Today I will live my life as if it were measured in dog years.

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

Other works by Ken Montrose are available at: http://www.amazon.com/Ken-Montrose/e/B001K8MG0S

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