Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers thanks to our good friend Rochelle.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
His name was Trouble and he lived up to his name. My father bought him from a neighbor for $25. Dad said I was 50% owner. I owned the back half. The half you have to clean up after. Trouble liked to run. He would run and then look back to see if you were following. Trouble would get so excited in the house when we played with him he would pee on the floor. Trouble even ran a squirrel up a tree one time. Trouble went blind at age fifteen. My dad took him to the field out back and shot him.