“What’s wrong?” Alice asked.
Bob stared blankly and woofed. “I’m in a dog daze.”
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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include ClichéMixMaster and If Frodo Said “No.” We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Alice chuckled. “Dear, that phrase isn’t about canines in semi-consciousness. It’s dog D-A-Y-S. The hottest days of summer.”
“Coz dogs just lie around?” Bob asked, looking at the sofa.
“Actually no,” Alice said. “They’re called the dog days because those are the days when Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as the sun.”
Bob pointed to a pile of chew treats. “So I don’t have to eat those?”
“Not unless you want to,” Alice said, “and I can’t imagine why you would.”
Cam walked in from the deck. “It also means you don’t have to pee on a tree, dad.”
Alice looked at Bob. “Um, dear?”
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