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Bandit Saves The Day
#WritcoStoryPrompt67
It was cool late October morning. Glancing at my weather station that sits at the street level window as I poured my black coffee I noted today's walk with Bandit will require an extra layer. Bandit my old yet "spry" toy fox terrier was still wrapped in his favorite blanket laying in his wicker bed. He seemed to have already read the weather station as he watched me hobble around the kitchen from under his eyebrows as if to be worried about our routine departure for our morning walk in the city park.
Bandit is a beautiful 15 year old pup. As I, he is nearing the end of his time here on this beautiful blue ball. Our bones may have brittled and our muscles are not as limber or strong but our minds are keen and wise.
I placed the top on my favorite travel thermos, Pittsburgh Steelers logo is about completely worn off but it still holds coffee hot if I let hot water run into it for about 3 mins. I swing my long wool coat over my back. Holding it in place with my left arm as I struggle to find the right arm hole. The huffing and puffing success almost makes me not want to repeat the process for my left arm. Bandit picks his head up to check on me with a concerned tilt of his head. Here goes arm number two. His head falls back into his blanket I think his concern look may have been more of an eager look that I may die of a heart attack putting on my coat and he won't have to get his old bones out of bed.
Sorry Bandt. I survived! Let's role! As he does his slow standing front to back stretch I arm wrestle a scarf around my neck and tuck under my coat. Pop my on my twill hat and jingle his leash. Bandit walks under the leash with head down in protest. As I buckle the leash he gives one last eyebrow raise....
It was cool late October morning. Glancing at my weather station that sits at the street level window as I poured my black coffee I noted today's walk with Bandit will require an extra layer. Bandit my old yet "spry" toy fox terrier was still wrapped in his favorite blanket laying in his wicker bed. He seemed to have already read the weather station as he watched me hobble around the kitchen from under his eyebrows as if to be worried about our routine departure for our morning walk in the city park.
Bandit is a beautiful 15 year old pup. As I, he is nearing the end of his time here on this beautiful blue ball. Our bones may have brittled and our muscles are not as limber or strong but our minds are keen and wise.
I placed the top on my favorite travel thermos, Pittsburgh Steelers logo is about completely worn off but it still holds coffee hot if I let hot water run into it for about 3 mins. I swing my long wool coat over my back. Holding it in place with my left arm as I struggle to find the right arm hole. The huffing and puffing success almost makes me not want to repeat the process for my left arm. Bandit picks his head up to check on me with a concerned tilt of his head. Here goes arm number two. His head falls back into his blanket I think his concern look may have been more of an eager look that I may die of a heart attack putting on my coat and he won't have to get his old bones out of bed.
Sorry Bandt. I survived! Let's role! As he does his slow standing front to back stretch I arm wrestle a scarf around my neck and tuck under my coat. Pop my on my twill hat and jingle his leash. Bandit walks under the leash with head down in protest. As I buckle the leash he gives one last eyebrow raise....
