A dog’s only fault … or is it?

Dogs’ lives are too short.  Their only fault, really.

This poignant saying, attributed to American novelist Agnes Sligh Turnbull, was written on a card sent to me by a dear friend when our much loved rescue Dalmatian, Duke, died.

He came to us when he was seven years old, from the wonderful people at British Dalmatian Welfare  We knew that taking on an older dog would mean we wouldn’t have the same amount of time with him than if we’d had him from a puppy but we accepted that.  We were ready for it, we told ourselves.

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Short story. Good at Saying Goodbye.

In the current issue of Writers’ Forum, I am writing about how I got the idea for one of my short stories and promised that the story in question, Good at Saying Goodbye, would be on my blog.

So, here it is.  And if you have taken the trouble to come here after reading my Idea Store column, then thank you very much.

If not, then I hope you too will enjoy the short story, which came about after I got chatting to a lady in a supermarket car park. 

Good at Saying Goodbye

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