Scottie Dog Shoe

Watercolor (gouache), markers, and typewriter on watercolor paper



She had a delightful brogue.

With her pedigree, it figured. I was outclassed, and I knew it. What could she see in a mutt like me? Hell, I was barely housebroken.

"My nose is cold," she said. "Let's get a doggie bag and get out of here. I could use a walk."

I helped her into her coat, and when we got to my place I helped her back out of it. Before I knew it, she was sitting in my lap. If I could just get her to stay awhile, maybe my hopes for an evening of heavy petting would not be scotched.




ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch