I'll Take the Dog - a story poem

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 Friday Fictioneers 

"The Challenge: Write a complete story in one hundred words of less."

Mine worked itself into a story-poem.

photo prompt

© Roger Bultot

100 words

Please don’t.
I said, don’t!
Turn off the TV!
You know the dog is afraid of boom-booms,
why would you add more when
there are enough outside right now!
Look at him!
It’s not funny.
He’s shaking and drooling
and won’t go outside to pee before bed.
No, I won’t drag him out!
I’ll clean up his accidents.
You’re cruel.
I wouldn’t force you to face your fears,
and you understand what’s happening,
he doesn’t.
You are a jerk.
I hate you.
I really do.
Yes, I love the dog more.
Go, or I will.

And, I’ll take the dog.


©2025 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Only two things in this are true.  My dog, Mickey, is very afraid of fireworks, which are, unfortunately, legal (with exceptions, but people ignore that and bring the banned ones from out of state) in Oregon from June 23 through July 6.  He also will not go out to pee before bed once he hears the first one. So far I haven't had to clean up any accidents!


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Comments

  1. Neil MacDonaldJuly 11, 2025 at 5:09 PM

    Wow! That escalated quickly

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    1. LisaJuly 13, 2025 at 9:08 PM

      Oh, not at all! If anyone teased my dog and laughed at his discomfort, I'd be gone without giving them a choice!

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  2. DahliaJuly 12, 2025 at 9:10 PM

    Dogs have a terrible time during Diwali. Nicely done.

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    1. LisaJuly 13, 2025 at 9:08 PM

      I think I might too! It's startling to hear loud booms. Those are the illegal ones here, but people still get them.

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  3. JadeLiJuly 14, 2025 at 7:37 PM

    Poor puppy!

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