Life on a Spit

This week one of our dogs decided it would be fun to jump through a window (yes, it was closed) and slice open her leg (in two places), and then eat out the suture glue (twice). Now she’s downstairs crying because she hates the cone of shame. Maybe Papaw (story below) has some advice for me? Hmmmmm…

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks

Life on a Spit

“Here, Papaw? Seriously?” Rose moaned.

“Rosie! It’s the best chicken in town!”

Reluctantly pushing open the car door, she eyed the dark clouds. “I wanted a burger.”

“Yummmmm.” Grandpa inhaled, pointing through the glass. “See how the chicken spins around that heater?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Life’s kinda like that. By the time you’re old, you’ll have spent plenty of time in the fire, but it isn’t so bad. Gives you lots of…flavor.”

“Ewwwww. Flavor? Seriously?”

Papaw laughed and squeezed her hand. “It hurts now, but you’ll survive.

Rosie cracked a smile. “I guess chicken doesn’t sound all that bad.”


As always, many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!

28 thoughts on “Life on a Spit

  1. Whatever possessed your dog to go through a window? Lordy… Cone of shame for those who cannot be contained!

    As for your story, I like the analogy. It’s better the one I use: Life is like a toilet paper roll, the closer you get to the end, the faster it spins 😉

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    1. It was a combination of big dog, old window, and a shed being delivered to the back yard (the most exciting thing EVERY, OMG). Sigh. The cone of shame has defeated her.

      This week Life’s Like Rotisserie Chicken is best I had! I’ll hop over soon and read yours. It sounds more fun than mine! And that’s the truth about TP! Seems like it anyway… 😉

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      1. Oh my goodness…. I can’t even imagine! Or maybe, I can. Mind you, I had a big German Shepherd but he was so mellow and chill, never really got excited about anything. I bet that cone has!

        Nothing wrong with it. Mine was silly 😉 And… right? 😀

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      2. Hahaha! Gotcha. My friend has an Australian shepherd that exhausts me, frankly. How I’m going to dog-sit her for three weeks, I cannot fathom.

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  2. Poor doggie! You must have been a wreck afterwards. Glad to know she’s on the mend.

    I remember bringing rotisserie chickens home for dinner and their impossibly scrumptious aroma filled the car. It was almost impossible to rip into the bag and start chowing down!

    The relationship in your story is one of great love between Papaw and Rosie. The way she cracked a smile at the end …. she’s already beginning to understand. Lovely, happy ending, Angela.

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    1. Yeah, her little stunt threw off the whole week, but she’s doing much better now!

      And I agree, rotisserie chicken smells heavenly! I’m so glad you enjoyed my story; thank you for reading and taking time for such a thoughtful comment! ❤

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    1. My theory is we need to listen to our grandparents. They’ve been around for a while, so they probably have something worthwhile to say! Thank you for reading and commenting, Laurie. Oh, and my little acrobatic dog is doing much better :).

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  3. Wise man, that Papaw.

    I had a dog jump out of the window of a moving car, going about 25 MPH. Fortunately, he was fine. I’ve never seen one jump through a closed window, except in TV and movies. I hope your girl heals up well.

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    1. Oh my goodness! I’m glad your dog wasn’t hurt. My heart would stop if one of mine tried that stunt. Hopefully my girl learned her lesson with the house window. She does seem to be healing up pretty well! Thank you for reading and for your comment.

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