The boxer and the cat

Neo was lying around the yard. There was no-one around to play ball with. He seemed to cause a sensation with his appearance.

Even during his walks, people would cross to the other side of the road. It wasn’t his fault he was big, seeming vicious. Inside he was as harmless as a sheep, and simply adorable!

He was expecting Mindy to show up any time now. She was the black-and-white cat who came over to share his food. In fact, one day when it was sizzling hot and Neo was indoors in the air-conditioning, she was sitting outside knocking on the door.

He wouldn’t have her starve today though!

 N.B. This is a true story 🙂

 

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The revenge of the not-so-clever dog

There was a lot of shaking, water seeping in and then sand…lots of hot sand!

What was going on and who turned off the lights?

Garfield opened his eyes slowly, afraid of what he would see. Where was he?

The last thing he remembered was a hot plate of lasagne that Jon had dropped off. And then a serene nap under his blue blanket.

Wait, nope that wasn’t the last thing.

He had been woken up by a slobbering Odie – damn dog! – who wanted to play games. Garfield had managed to push him off the table…or had he?

Garfield peaked out of the box. Abu Dhabi?! Was this Odie’s revenge?!

 

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A clever spacedog

“Woof! Woof, I said!” Blacktoe yelled at Will Riker right in front of his face and then slurped a wet one on him. That definitely woke him up.

“This guy can’t do anything without me!” he thought.

Ever since he was a young pup and had munched the frisby right out of his hand one day in the park, Will and Blacktoe had been inseparable.

Blacktoe was his most loyal friend, and unbeknown to anyone else, he was also second-in-command on the Enterprise.

Blacktoe was an exceptional dog. In his opinion, he was a better fleet officer than most of them there. He even proclaimed it: four-legged, furry and proud!

Blogdramedy said Will Riker’s Blacktoe was a bit obscure so she proposed Astro from The Jetsons. Well even though I had already written about Blacktoe, I couldn’t resist, so I hope you don’t mind, but here’s Astro too (the title also fits this piece)!

Rosie the robot maid had gotten up early that day. Well, she never really slept so that was easy. All the other unnamed robots/contraptions in the house were also hovering around for their daily duties.

Astro wanted to play games. It was boring just sitting there watching robots and aliens go about their routines. Elroy was at playschool, so he had nothing to do.

He thought he should help out too. So he started shaking the rug out the window. But he hadn’t seen Rosie standing right below it, and all Elroy’s futuristic toys fell onto her. Being magnetic they stuck. “I rish I was a rologram now!” he thought!

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Agent F undercover

It was a busy day as usual. Cars were honking in the New York streets, people were shouting, rushing past each other on the sidewalks, pushing and shoving as if the world was not enough for them. And all this time, no-one noticed they were actually passing by an extra-terrestrial. An alien, if you wish. With a most unusual form.

Frank was no ordinary pug. He was an agent undercover, sent by aliens to spy on the earthlings. Maybe he could figure out their selfish nature that led them to do the most stupid and idiotic things anyone could imagine.

Yet, Agent F still could not understand their weird mentality.

 

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A dog in uniform

The Red Baron was off on a top-secret mission. Not even his closest assistant – that yellow bird that flew upside down – could know. He was flying above the fields close to headquarters. But the WWII veteran would stop him. He glided across the skies. What a skilled pilot he was!

He landed safely on the airfield. Mission completed successfully.

Snoopy got down from the roof of his shed. Woodstock was already swimming in his bowl – due to another crash landing.

Snoopy turned around to the sound of fan-screams. “Hi Sweetie!” he said. “A dog in uniform is irresistible”, he thought. And alas, a crowd of Snoopettes appeared chasing after him!

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Starring a deal

Eddie loved being famous. Hey, on this series he was the star! The fans loved him. And he had unlimited supply of treats, cuddles and attention. What more could a pure-bred want?

Now, he was on the way of convincing the producers to give him his own series, maybe even a Hollywood movie! Why not? He was more than able! And with boundless talent.

Of course, some work would be required. As soon as the producers entered their meeting-room, Eddie danced around the table, hopped onto a chair, placed his paws on the desk and fixed a long hard stare on both of them. “That’ll do the trick,” he thought!

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An irregular tune

You hear Fluffy and you think cute. You presume it’s a little puppy all soft and cuddly.

But what I had before me was nothing like that. It was ghastly, huge and beasty-like. And it was growling. With sputter dripping from its huge jaws and its pointy teeth ready to tear off anything that comes into contact with them.

I seem to remember, though…was it in the second or the third book?…Oh, where’s Harry Potter when you need him?…But I think…

I grabbed the wooden flute conveniently found in my pocket and started playing.

But why was I lullaby-ing a three-headed dog standing guard before the gates of…whatever that was?!

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Dog to the rescue

Timmy had fallen down the well again and it was up to Lassie to go pull him out. Again. The cats weren’t any help either. As soon as they saw Lassie grab the rope and jog along to the well, they thought it was “tug war” time and sprinted up, playfully pulling back the rope.

“Now is not the time!” thought Lassie, as she stared down on the cats. They did not seem to care though. So Lassie just pulled them along with her.

Timmy was yelling “help!”. “We heard ya!” she thought as she “accidentally” pushed over the bucket of water which fell down the well with a “splash!”.

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Louder than it appears

Toto was growling nervously at an upright lion who seemed equally scared of this ‘yiff-ing’ little black dog. Scarecrow tried to relieve the tension by offering the dog a bone but half his hay-arm was torn off together with it. The Tin Man was too rusty to move and his head squeaked as he turned to look for Dorothy. He needed some oil anyway, and it would be good to end all this racket.

Toto was jumping up and down. He was so small in front of the others, he had to draw attention somehow. Dorothy finally appeared. That was when Toto ran up and hid inside his favorite basket!

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A dog in protection

Melinda was ecstatic! She dreamt of going to Castle Rock, mainly because she expected a castle to be there and felt like a little princess-in-waiting ever since her mother announced their weekend trip. The family was undergoing a marital crisis, as often occurs to couples who are too involved in their careers rather than in their lives.

Driving up to the town, Melinda kept looking out for a St. Bernard dog. She was told his name was Cujo and she pictured him as the big, security guard of her castle. The one who would protect her from the “baddies”.

Little did she know that she would need protection from him.

This story is part of BlogShorts 2013. Other participants barking their tale include:
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