Linking up with Six Sentence Stories this week. The prompt: refuse.
It wasn't that she was actually hungry; she ate her meals like clockwork, and enjoyed each bite. It seemed, though, that temptation was everywhere. Every time she turned around, there was another enticing aroma, or a pleasing item that just screamed, "EAT ME!" As if driven by a force she couldn't control, and hardly remembering how it happened, she found herself, once again, with a full mouth. And, just as unexpectedly, the hand of the Two-Legged-One was there, prying and scooping the deliciousness straight out of her mouth. Oh, it was so hard to be a 9-week-old puppy!
Thanks for a puppy-free Saturday to go over the backyard with a fine-toothed comb and dispose of pinecones, twigs, leaves, errant rose petals, etc.!