Sugar Stick

Sugar Stick

Oh, how you used to stand by the closed door of the vet’s store. You pulled me all the way there as if your life and mine depended on it. There you were, a large German shepherd waiting for the vet to open the door and give you your reward. That stick was to you the same as candy is to a baby or small child. Finally, after 20 minutes or so, the vet’s hand gave you the colored stick. You opened your smiling mouth wide and grabbed it with your teeth. The vet petted you and we went home. People on the street smiled at you. Such a big baby, they must have thought. All for a stick. Sometimes the vet gave me a couple of extra sticks, enough to last you  a day or two.

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One Response to “Sugar Stick”

  1. alex Renskoff Says:

    A beautiful memory.

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