A Real Lab|
Copyright © 1997 Walt Zientek
The man shot straight up in bed.
"What's the date?" he thought.
His feet hit the cold hardwood floor and he stumbled downstairs to the
"Ow!" he muttered as he banged his knee against the kitchen cabinet.
He flicked on the overhead lights and squinted in pain as the lights shot
"Jeez, that kills," he mumbled as he rubbed his eyelids.
The big dog just sat calmly and observed this early morning slapstick.
The man moved slowly around the side of the refrigerator to the place
"Damn!" he thought, as he searched for some paper towels to clean the
"Here they are!" he muttered as he reached for the towels, slipped on
The yellow boy looked at the man and licked his cheek.
The man slowly eased himself up and carefully walked over to check
Empty! The place where the calendar was always hanging, was empty!
"Newspaper!" he thought, as he ran around behind the table to the place
"Gone! Out with the recycling!" he remembered.
He turned and hooked his little toe around the leg of the kitchen chair.
"Ah Ahh Ahhh!" he yelled as he hopped about the kitchen on one foot
The dog stood up and happily wagged his tail, delighted by such a show.
The man eventually limped to the coffee pot and poured a strong cup of
The big dog gently sniffed at the man's purple toe.
With a clearer head and slightly less sore body, the man went into the
"Happy Third Birthday, Caleb Tucker," the man said as he slid down onto
The dog nuzzled his cheek against the man's chest as the man wrapped
"Happy Birthday, Big Guy. You're a real Lab today."
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