Two Sentence Stories

I swear it is the last time.
Don’t fret, my little ochre space-dog.

Dog on my left and dog on my right.
Dogs all around me.

Um … yes, putting a dog down because you were bored of it is soulless.
My desire to sleep with her kept this thought quiet.

I can’t go out today.
I ran out of flying-dog spray.

Rachel couldn’t stand the sound of her husband’s snoring every night, and even worse the questions he asked each time she would tell him about it; “Does it sound like this?” he would ask. Months later they adopted a dog, Morty, and Morty snored eactly like Rachel’s husband – “There you go, it sounds just [...]

I don’t know what is wrong with robot dog.
Perhaps we should stop calling him botty.

I met a marketing girl today.
Hollow she was, and as deep as the dog’s water dish.

Chocolate dog fetches his caramel ball.
And he is happy.

I commanded my dog to sit, and he did.
Fly!

I made a dog out of bones.
He keeps trying to bury himself.

I folded and glued and painted and prepared ever so carefully.
Now I wait for my paper dog to come to life.

My dog is made of tennis balls.
He keeps trying to fetch himself.

Phoebe – a small dog who wasn’t known for her jumping abilities – wasn’t allowed on the furniture but after begging every night, her female owner finally said, “OK, Phoebe, if you can make it onto the bed by yourself, then I’ll let you stay up here.” Moments later Phoebe used all her might and [...]

You know she is the one for me so you’re just going to have to get over it.
I don’t care little dog – she is staying!

Oh shit she’s unravelling!
Woollen dog comes apart.

It was a chilly twenty-three minutes past two in the morning of one late October when Archie, the Johnsons’ progressively arthritic and generally grumpy West Highland Terrier, finally managed to squeeze beneath the fence, evade the gaze of the facility’s security lights and set off down the alleyway as fast as he could carry himself, [...]

We have taught each other so much in the time we’ve spent together.
You’ve taught me about love and hope and justice and I’ve taught you about lentils and parachute pants and how to fold little paper dogs out of any spare scrap you find.

Kidnap the dog and dye it red.
Do this for me.

I have advice for when you happen to buy a dog.
If the breed is GIANT FIRE-BREATHING Border Collie, don’t just assume that is the pet store being all clever and funny to sell dogs.

All the dead pets of the world frolic in the afterlife with all the dead children.
It makes me happy to know my brother and Blackie aren’t alone.