In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keith@channing.info before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”
The photo.
Not Funny by John W. Howell.
“How did my ten-year toy get in this ice water?”
“I threw it to you, and you were looking the other way.”
“So how was I to know you were going to throw it?”
“I yelled, “Here catch.”‘
“I thought you were talking about the hot dog.”
“This is my hot dog. Why would I give it to you.”
“Cause you love me?”
“I do but not enough to give up my hot dog.”
“Speaking of dog have you seen Elmer lately?”
“No. Come to think about it I haven’t.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“I guess it was yesterday.”
“Weren’t there six Corona’s in this bucket yesterday?”
“I don’t know I didn’t pay much attention.”
“I’m sure of it now. I counted them yesterday.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Well, Elmer has been known to imbibe now and then so I want to see how bad it was getting.”
“How bad what was getting?”
“His drinking.”
“Wait a minute. Are you saying Elmer took those beer bottles.”
“That is exactly what I’m saying.”
“I have one question super sleuth.”
“Go ahead.”
“If he took the beers.”
“Yes?”
“How did he open them. He has no opposable thumb.”
“Hmm. Let me think on that.”
“Meanwhile get your toy out of that ice bucket it looks like it is getting soggy.”
“His teeth. He used his teeth.”
“How did he hold the bottle.”
“Damn.”
“I think you need to make up another story.”
“Okay, Elmer shoots Heroin.”
“Yeah, that’s a good one.”
Fiction Favorites 
Perfect title – it’s not funny to give our 4-legged friends alcohol. Thank you for the story and the reminder. Have a great day!
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Thanks, Gwen. It is all an illusion. I think the human drank the beer.
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Now, I’m worried about where Elmer is. Somebody should interrogate the nearest cat. On the plus side, it’s only Coronas. Like drinking tangy, fizzy water. 😛
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I call it carbonated defrost.
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Have to remember that one.
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You have to pronounce it Dee-frost.
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Got it. 👍
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Poor Elmer, he’s not there to defend himself…must be sleeping it off. Nice job, John!
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Thanks, Jill. The question is how did he get the bottles open if it were him.
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The real heroin addict opened it for Elmer.
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Ha ha ha. Good one.
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Framing another dog is not as uncommon a trick as you’d think. Sneaky little devils, they are.
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, Keith
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I looked at that picture and thought I heard the dog say, “Damn, there’s no Molsons left!” Great story, John, I enjoyed it!
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Good caption, John
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Lol! Heroin? Too funny!
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Thanks, Jan
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LOL. That last bit was gold. I wish someone left bowls of ice cold beer around for me to find…
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I know right?
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From the picture, I knew right away this would be a good one.
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Thanks, Teri.
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🙂
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Great story, John.
Out first Irish Setter could hold an open bottle of beer and drink from it. It wasn’t very often, but if I was having a beer outside and set it down on the ground, she’d lay down hold it in her front paws and lap up the contents.
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My goodness. That would be a scene.
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“So, THIS is what the human calls imported beer?!!
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Ha ha ha. Thanks, GP
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