Goose Eggs Roller-Coaster – from the “Real Stuff” series

Pepper the dog here:

Mom visited a certain country a while ago to do some teaching for different groups of teachers. And as you can guess already, she didn’t take me with her. “Nobody is bringing their pets on this trip, Pepper.” That was a sad excuse because when she came back home she placed two goose eggs on the table and a jar with homemade pickles. “This was what I got as a gift from the family I was staying with,” she said and let me marvel at the awesome gift. I immediately agreed with myself that the big, shiny, bluish eggs were pets. Yes, mom had some pets with her at the end of the trip. Analyzing this idea I felt betrayed.

Then the horrible thing happened: both two eggs rolled on the table, took speed and ended splashing on the floor.

The truth was that I helped them a little bit.

But don’t tell mom.

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The Nasty Thing

(Pepper, the dog, speaking)
Man, I was thirsty. I barked at mom and she knew. We two were already in a store. Mom looked through the water bottles to get the water I could drink. The one with no flavor.
After checking it out, she showed me a bottle of Arrowhead Sparking Water, which I likeeeed. We went in the parking lot and she poured half of it in my bowl.
Now that was a nasty surprise. The water was Wild Cherry essence, the worst essence you could add in any water. It was like cilantro on my chicken breast. Yucky!
Mom said she carefully chose this water and that nothing was written on the label about the cilantro thing, I mean the wild cherry thing. I didn’t believe that.
We went back in the store and mom picked up the most tastier water after the Glacier one: Fiji. Just to find out that it was $3.15 – mom looked at me and said:
” I wished here would be a pond for you to drink with no charge.” When she say my eyes, she continued: ” A nice pond.”
I ended up with Dasani purified water, which I hate, but I drank it anyway.
Thirst is a nasty thing.

Thinking Flamingo

The best thing about flamingos is that they have long legs to walk the streams and puddles. I don’t have that. When I tried the ditch near our new park I got my belly in the muddy water. Yes, my legs are short.

Another best thing about flamingos is that when you pat them on their head, they are soft. Not me. When you pat me on my head my fur is pointy, sometimes like needles.

And finally, another best thing about flamingos is that that when they open their wings and play, they can hide an ice cream machine behind them and nobody could see it. Not me, again. I have no wings.

Still thinking.