Dear Diary

So a while ago I wrote two episodes in a semi-continuing series on ficlets, and tonight I wrote the third. The story is far from over — in fact, in all candor, I have no idea where it'll wind up — but it's been fun to write it so far.

Here it is, to date.

Jenny, who is a dog

Part 1

Jenny, who is a dog, came into the living room, sat down on the floor, and spoke. “What supper?” she said, tail thumping on the hardwood.

I stared at her. “Beg pardon?” I was shocked enough that I actually responded. To a dog. You see the state of mind I was in?

“Supper. Food. What?”

“Uh – ” I’d been making my own dog food, these days. Jenny was old, and store-brand food wasn’t doing her any favours. “Liver and rice, for you,” I said. “I think pizza for me.”

“Good. Liver good,” she said, and trotted off to the dining room.
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