Going To The Dogs...

I am SO upset with Jenny Matlock this week!

Why, you ask?

I am upset because of what she did

to us this week

at Saturday Centus!

She knew that we ate a boat load of turkey,

dressing and pecan pie this week!

She knew we were full and slightly nauseated!

Yet, she allows Clearspace to do this to us!

Can you believe it?

Who is Clearspace?

I'm not sure...

I thought Clearspace was a brand new

cell phone service provider...

evidently not.

Clearspace is this hotshot blogger

who wrote our prompt for this week!

Really!

And you know what Clearspace chose for a prompt?

A horoscope!

You heard me!

A horoscope!

Oh, my gosh!

And on top of a full stomach!

So I have been really upset all day

until the BEST thing happened!

I was reading online horoscopes

and trying to avoid all of those

pop-up sex ads that jump up on

the horoscope pages...

when I discovered PET HOROSCOPES!

You heard me!

PET HOROSCOPES!

Then it hit me...

that's what I want to do

when I grow up!

I know, I know...

I can't grow up much more,

but when I do,

I want to write PET HOROSCOPES!

Yessirree...

that Bachelor of Arts in Interdisciplinary English

is finally going to pay off!

I am going to write

PET HOROSCOPES!

Thank you, Jenny!

You helped me find my true path!

So, it was a pet horoscope that I used

for my prompt today.

No, I did not make this up.

It is a real pet horoscope.

My pet horoscopes will be SO much better!

“Another trick AGAIN?

You’re really getting tired of practicing,

but just keep that happy smile on your face

and that tail wagging.

It’s all worth it for a treat and a big hug from your owner!”

If you want to join us this week,

just bring along your pooper scooper

and write 100 words based on a horoscope.

Here is my contribution this week.

My prompt is in italics.

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Honey Dew was not having a good year. The recession had hit hard, but not as hard as her man, Ho Daddy.

Honey Dew could read the writing on the wall. Usually the writing was on a bathroom wall and had her number in it. She knew that her once-famous melons were now too ripe.

She was thinking of hanging up her fish-net stockings and cashing in her chips…Lay’s chips, of course.

Then she read her horoscope, never knowing that it was a pet horoscope:

“Another trick AGAIN? You’re really getting tired of practicing, but just keep that happy smile on your face and that tail wagging. It’s all worth it for a treat and a big hug from your owner!”

Happy day! She could use a hug and a treat.

Honey Dew wagged her tail.