Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Fictional Conversation from a Non-Fictional Experience



Mom, I tried to brush Penny's teeth.”

What? Why? She's a dog.” She would say in her nonchalant and yet funnily articulate way, as if I did not know that my dog was a dog.

“She wouldn't let me do it though, she kept running away from the toothbrush as if it were a loaded gun. She even clawed at the bathroom door to escape.”

“Should I be worried about you, Rachey? Are you alright out there in the woods?”
Yeah why?”

You tried to brush your dog's teeth.”

The vet said to.” Then we would laugh.

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