The frustrations of puppyhood

“I’m BORED. There’s nothing to DO here,” the puppy whined.

“Here’s a bone, chew on that for a while,” Mom said.

“Been there, done that.”

“Well, chase the cat around the house.”

“She’s sleeping.”

“OK. Where’s that ball?”

“Balls are boring. I’m going to chew the door trim.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m going to eat Daddy’s toe.”


“That’s not a good thing,” Mom said with a smile.

“I know! I’ll shred this blanket.”

“Now you’re being sassy. Maybe go in your crate and have a time out.”

“Aw, you never let me do ANYthing …”

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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