Obedience Training

Obedience Training

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Houses:

Share :
Twitter

Content

Submitted: May 14, 2017

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: May 14, 2017

A A A

A A A


Obedience Training

 

"Hey, Monty! You made it then, mate.” Rolo, the spaniel, wagged his tail in greeting.

 

Pegs moved over to make a space between them for the new arrival to sit in. “Good job, Monty. We really weren’t sure you’d make it.”

 

"Hi, Monty,” piped up Bess, the smallest, and the shyest of the four.

 

"Hi, guys! You know.....I wasn’t sure I’d make it myself, to be honest.” He sat and paused to get his breath back. “Fred was reluctant, to say the least. And you all know how stubborn he can be!”

 

The three other dogs nodded in agreement. They’d all seen the short leash Fred would put Monty on when being taken for a stroll.

 

"Well, we had a few weeks to work up to it, didn’t we, Pegs.” Rolo laughed at the memory of the two of them taking their humans past the signs for the obedience classes. Not once, but twice, every single day, always pausing to have a sniff right at the spot where the poster was on display.

 

"We certainly did, Ro!” Pegs looked across the grass to where the five humans stood. It was obvious from their postures and the odours they were giving off, just which of the five was in control. And she looked like she was one who would stand for no messing. They had obviously chosen well.

 

"They all needed it though, didn’t they,” Bess said, then looked away from the others, surprised that she’d found her bark.

 

"Oh, yes, Bess. No doubt about that! They were getting a bit too full of themselves, putting OUR needs too low on their lists. I want my favourite food, I want to be able to run in the park some days.” Monty looked smugly over towards Fred who was being instructed in the ways of proper dog ownership.

 

"Whoever thought up this Obedience Training? Wonder if it was Templar. Remember him?” Rolo kind of wished he’d not mentioned their dear deceased friend's name. The others nodded solemnly but did not look too upset.

 

"Well, whoever it was, they deserve a medal," said Pegs.

 

The four friends settled down companionably, ready to watch their humans being put through their paces. Their training had begun.


© Copyright 2017 hullabaloo22. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Flash Fiction Short Stories

Booksie Spring 2017 Flash Fiction Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by hullabaloo22

Popular Tags