Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems.

Brushing and Other Worries

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Coyote: <squirming> Ow! You’re torturing me!My dog, Coyote, in the tub

Me: Oh, fer pete’s sake. It’s just a brush. Stand still.

Coyote: Chris never tortures me when I stay with her.

Me: Chris isn’t responsible for your daily care. Besides, she gave you a bath. That’s torture, right?

Coyote: Yeah, but she cried the whole time she was doing it.

Me: That was you.

Coyote: <snorts> Details!

Me: Uh-huh, but let’s get them right.

Coyote: The only reason I got a bath was so I’d be clean for you.

Me: That might have originally been true, but then you leaned up against a freshly-painted wall. So it was your fault.

Coyote: Again: Details.

Me: Again: Get them right.

Coyote: By the way, food at Chris’s always comes with gravy on it.

Me: *sigh* Chris gets to spoil you because she doesn’t have to live with you. Gravy is expensive.

Coyote: You put gravy on my food last night!

Me: That was a “welcome home” celebration. You’ve been welcomed. Game over. Now, hold still.

Coyote: Ouch! Chris is ALWAYS happy to see me.

Me: Chris, Chris, Chris… Keep it up, and I’ll start comparing you to Sachi. How would you like that?

Coyote: Fine. You can start with how I’m smarter than Sachi.

Me: <teasing> Who isn’t?

Coyote: <tongue-in-cheek> I rest my case.

Sachi: Uh…hello! I’m right here!

Me: But she’s much more cooperative. And I don’t have to negotiate everything with her.

Coyote: Well, that’s my prerogative. I’m part husky.

Me: <tugging> The stubborn part.

Coyote: Hey! Don’t brush so hard!

Me: By the way, you have a vet appointment this afternoon.

Coyote: With shots?!

Me: Yep.

Coyote: <accusingly> You like torturing me.

Me: Do you have any idea how much those shots cost? And the “senior panel” tests? Old dog.

Coyote: <offended> I’m not old. I’m well-aged.

Me: Well, keep your well-aged butt still unless you want me to bite it.

Coyote: I hate when you do that.

Me: It’s all — ALL of it — for your own good. I love your all-stubborn, part-husky self.

Coyote: <huffs her disdain>

Me: Careful, or I’ll take you back to Chris.

Coyote: Yes, please.

Me: Without Sachi.

Coyote: That silly dog? <pause, then sighing> I can’t do without her, though.

Me: And we can’t do without you either. So there.

Sachi: Geez, you guys…I’m. Right. HERE!

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I'm a dog lover, a nature fanatic, a hiker, and a future yurt-dweller. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. I have a flashlight. Follow me!

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