It appears that WP didn’t send out notifications when I put up my chapter of NaNoWoofMo this morning, so I’m hoping this post goes out. You can read our addition to the story HERE. We didn’t want Rocco to think we dropped the proverbial ball right in the middle of all the excitement! 🙂
It’s NaNoWoofMo time!! That’s National Novel Woofing Month, a fun time to add to a fun story created by Rocco’s House. Wanna join in? Jump on over and pick any day during November that you’d like to put your two paws into the story, there are still some openings!
If you need to catch up on the story, here’s where you can find previous sections:
This is our first year participating, so without further barks, here’s our continuation of the story.
…I turned and ran, trying to ignore the burning in my lungs. I was nervous but somehow excited at the idea of trying to live on my own like my ancestors did. How would I eat? Were there kibble trees in the forest? Biscuit bushes?
It didn’t matter right now. I plunged headlong into the dark, dense forest; the air was cooler in here and it smelled sweeter too, almost like I’d entered another world. I dodged trees with an agility I didn’t know I still had. I soared over bushes like an Olympian. What was happening? I felt like a pup again, like my youth was being restored.
Once I could no longer see any town lights behind me, I stopped running and looked around me. My ears shot back when I heard a somewhat familiar sound…running water. Oh no, was there a human in here who had seen me and was running yet another bath for me? I looked around and was so relieved to see it was a stream – I’d seen one once on a TV show my human was watching. I went to it and sniffed carefully, then licked up some of the stream. It was refreshing and cold and I was starting to feel like I made the right decision in coming back to my roots.
I saw a thick bed of pine needles under a huge Christmas tree, and I decided to have a rest there while I figured things out. I nestled in and immediately felt a warm, happy tiredness wash over me, and I started dozing to the songs of a hundred birds.
“Hey, you’re on our turf!” a menacing growl broke my slumber.
“Who…who are you?” I looked up and thought I was looking in a mirror – this dog looked almost exactly like me.
Two more of me came up behind him…and then another…and another – what had I gotten myself into?
For the next section of this thrilling
tail tale, visit Kuruk’s bloggie tomorrow at Haiku By Ku! 🙂
Thank you Rocco’s House for organizing this fun writing hop!
Hi friends! Daisy here.
We had some unexpected guests visit us for dinner the other day. If you ask me, I think it’s rude to just pop in on someone for dinner. Shouldn’t they let us know they were coming so we could make sure we had enough for them to eat?
Well it turns out we had plenty for them. Just one came at first….
Apparently Daddy had put a lot of grass seed down in the dirt patch where we had the tree removed, and Mr. Turkey discovered it. But he’s a generous old dude and shared it with his clan:
He must be the grandpappy of them all, because he was the biggest and his tail feathers were a gorgeous variety of patterns and colors. The white one was also incredible. Even after the rest of the team left, Grandpa stayed and ate for the better part of an hour.
Fortunately Daddy put a LOT of seed down and we still have a nice velvety covering of green on the patch. But it was fun to watch and a good excuse to bark LOUD!!!! 😉
We’re part of the Monday Mischief blog hop!