My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 16th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which teachers from around the world participate by posting a story per day.
This year, the SOLSC gives me a chance to record memories of our little dog, Indie, who died in January. I want to write these down while they are still fresh, so that my family and I can read them later and remember not only Indie, but little slices of life across the years.
This isn’t a specific story, but Indie never learned to catch a Frisbee or a ball. When he was a young dog, I tried and tried to teach him to do it, but the Frisbee (or ball) would just bounce off his face. The worst part was that he loved playing fetch and running after toys, sticks, balls, anything. So he would see my hold up the toy, thinking I was just going to throw it further out for him to chase, but instead he’d get clonked in the face. He was such a smart little athletic dog in every other way, it just didn’t make sense. Every year or so, I’d give it another try with the same results.
I guess he just wasn’t a Frisbee dog. Or a ball dog.
But he was a cute dog.