In Keith’s words.
“Using this image (Below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really. Either put your offering (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before the end of the week. 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. Thank you for taking part.”
Link to Keith’s post. https://keithchanning.wordpress.com/2024/02/12/kreative-kue-419/
The photo.
Tracking by John W. Howell ©2024
“Where you going?”
“Out to check on Trevor.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to make sure he is okay.”
“I see. You suspect he’s been tracking that bunny again, right?”
“It did cross my mind.”
“There must be a foot of snow out there, so you better wear your heavy clothes and boots.”
“Yes, dear.”
“When you two return here, I’ll have a cup of hot chocolate ready.”
“I don’t think Trevor would appreciate it.”
“Very funny. I meant for you, you old goat.”
“I knew that. Just couldn’t help myself.”
“Well, just be careful. Don’t need to be calling 9-1-1 to extract you from the woods.”
“I’ll be careful. Well, I’m off.”
“Good luck.”
“Thank you—.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Look at this. Trevor is right by the step. He didn’t get ten stops.”
“The poor puppy. He must be frozen.”
“Naw. He’s okay, aren’t you, boy?”
“It is a good thing you were worried about him.”
“Well, now, no need to go out there. How about that hot Chocolate?”
“I’m not sure you’ve earned it.”
“Call it a gift then.”
“You are a wise old goat, I’ll give you that.”
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As if I’d go out in the snow looking for Trevor! Having said that, we did once spend ages looking for Ulusse. He was subject to epileptic fits and, whilst out walking one day, he ran off into a field of corn that must have been at least half a dozen acres. When he didn’t come back, we assumed he must have had a fit in there. We waited for his return for about an hour then went out in two cars, scouring the area looking for him. He turned up about four hours later and wondered what all the fuss was about. Were GPS trackers available at the time, you can be sure he’d have had one attached to him!
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That must have been a worry. A tracker would have been a nice thing to have.
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Things have certainly moved on in the last decade and a half
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A play on Moore’s Law.
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I think Ulysse operated under Sod’s Law, though…
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That would be Dot! I love that picture. Not that A Spanish dog knows what snow is. A great story too.
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Thank you, Darlene.
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That cannot be good for his undercarriage!
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Especially if too much time passed.
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Put him in the kitchen and he’ll warm right up. Maybe put out some snacks.
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Good idea. Thanks, Craig.
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Hot chocolate for the effort.
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Yup. 😁
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He was a good old goat willing to go out there.
I took in from the dog’s point of view, “That old goat just HAD to throw the ball one more time!!”
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Ha ha ha. Love it, GP. 😁
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Trevor did the smart thing by sticking to the steps.
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I think so too. Thanks, Marc.
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This is why this old goat had to run the snowblower around the yard.
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And why you will get Most Valued Goat Award from the K9s of America.
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Ha ha – MVG – I love it.
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Wow, he was neck deep! He was pretty wise to get back to the step to be let in! 😀
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Yes he was for sure. Thanks, Deborah.
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Wow! That gives me the shivers! The old goat is tougher than this old fart, going out in neck-deep snow!
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I would say. That would not be me either.
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I’m picturing Trevor walking in, stamping his little paws and thinking, “Took you long enough, you old goat.”
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I think that is exactly what he would have said. Thanks, Lois.
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When I lived in CT, my dog would get stuck in the snow and just stand there until I pulled her out. I think she liked the adventure — and pestering me.
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Pestering you was probably the biggest source of satisfaction.
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Yep, I agree. 😄
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“You Old Goat.” LOLOL I love it. Hope you got that hot chocoloate. 😀
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Of course.
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I’m not sure who is more clever—the husband for earning his hot cocoa with next to no work, or Trevor for realizing there are some things you just don’t “plow” through. 🙂
This is perfect reading for me today, as I am snowed in!
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😀
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Ya gotta love the old goat . . .
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Cute story, John. To goats everywhere!
Yes I suspect some snow can be a real disadvantage to those who are let’s just say…vertically challenged. 😆
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But did Trevor get to do his business? That’s what I’d be wondering. Hehe. Great story, John. Enjoy the hot chocolate.
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Perhaps a shot of brandy to go with the hot chocolate would be in order. At least it’s not puma weather.
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Good idea on the brandy. Good thing on the weather. Thanks, Pete.
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All’s well that ends well. Another good story with a happy ending. Too bad the pup can’t do chocolate, but I’ll bet he’d like a marshmallow or two!
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I’m sure he would like that, Thanks, Debbie.
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Smart pup!
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Thanks, Jan.
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Ah, what a sweet story. I’m glad the old goat still got his chocolate 🙂
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Yes he was glad too. Thanks Marie.
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Well, the thought was there and that counts, I say!
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Yes indeed.
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Thank you, Keith
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