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Parade Charade
Parade Charade
Chapter four
He shifted in his recliner and bent forward, his elbows now resting on his knees. He was suspiciously intent. One last hurrah? he added in encouragement, his eyebrows tented. Danger, I sense danger. An apprehensive snort brought Tully to my side. He quickly keyed in on Seans rascally demeanor and trotted towards the recliner. Well hey there little man, Sean greeted, still positioned at the edge of the chair. You wanna go to the beach, dont you? Tully clapped his front paws to Seans knees and looked on in excited agreement. See Mom, he wants to go, Sean crooned, egging on the flicker of interest hed seen in those soft brown eyes. Could you deny this face? Could you really deny this face, he baited, gathering up folds of Tullys wrinkly scruff and directing his mug towards mine. I scoffed and muttered Oh fine, knowing full well that Id gotten myself into more than just a simple trip to the coast.
Prologue: It wasnt until days later, when Sean was convinced I wouldnt connect the dots (really-the man has got to quit reading my Cosmo!) that he casually chimed, during a late supper, Oh, I thought wed stop by the Rod Run while were at the beach. My lips curled with a deluge of irritation. I knew it, I just knew it. What? Sean innocently chirped; tossing a fatty lump of pot roast in Tullys waiting trap as Moxy shot him a reproachful glare. I knew we werent going just for the beach. I knew you had some lame man-thing you really wanted to do. I tossed down my fork and it kicked a lettuce leaf off my plate, high into the air and squarely in
front of Moxys two front feet. She glanced downward, gave it a good sniff and then rolled her eyes at me. Figures Itll be fun, Sean bellowed, still averting his eyes as if I were Medusa. Just a quick stop to look at the hot rods and then on to the beach!
The Tail
As it would happen, every other crafty Cosmo-reading husband in the greater part of Washington state had also manipulated his wife into attending the Rod Run. Shiny cars from every era packed the main Long Beach thoroughfare
Kris Kibbee (Castle Rock, WA) is a Pacific Northwest native with a love of language and dogs. While attending Washington State University she studied in the Professional Writing program and was a contributing writer to The Vancougar. An avid animal welfare advocate and experienced dog trainer, Kris has a contagious affection for French bulldogs and shares her home with three of the mischievous mongrels. She will be writing about the Tails of Tully! Kris Kibbee twofrenchies@hotmail.com