Author’s Note: I hadn’t tried a drabble before. That’s a story 100 words, no more, no less (counting the title.) So, I tried one.

                                                 Dog Run

                                               By Jeff Baker

            “Okay,” I said. “We’d better head back.”

            Ralph, being a dog, didn’t say anything, jogging right ahead of me.

            “It’d be easier if we were the last survivors of World War Three,” I said as we headed back home along the beach. “Or if we were on the run from the law or the mob or from space aliens. But no, I have to go back to work tomorrow. Nine to five. Office. But you know something? I think we got it pretty good.”

            Ahead, Ralph looked back, seeming to smile as his tail gave a joyful wag.

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