I am not sure if I was inspired to write this from the photo of a cute Westie-ish dog on Carrot Ranch or my spouse who always says “no beggin’ dogs at the table”. (While Charli’s topic was meant to have a more serious bent on choices I felt the need for humor this week. So I chose light-hearted and fun. Charli is right, having a choice is always a good thing.) Either way my wonderful dog Sherlock is the star in this week’s 99 word entry for Carrot Ranch. (Sorry for the slightly blurry picture. I was too tired to set up “the shoot” again and most likely wouldn’t have done any better anyway. My subjects were not particularly cooperative!)

“No Beggin’ Dogs at the Table”

I couldn’t catch the rabbit no matter how fast I ran.  Darn, I was hungry.  My twitching paws woke me up and I looked at the clock but I had never learned to tell people time.  My stomach gurgled. I yawned and stretched and then trotted through the house sniffing for small child.  Ah, he was at the kitchen table.  He smelt of peanut butter and yogurt.  I licked his foot but found nothing tasty there.  I was impatient but settled on the floor under his feet where food was sure to be dropped.  I hoped it was bacon.