Beulah leaned back contentedly, feet on her expensive new fur rug. Life had been good since she left a bad marriage and moved to this town. She hadn’t found love, but she had found friends and an interesting, remunerative job. And her Doberman, Flora, seemed happy too.
Flora, stretched lovingly at Beulah’s feet, yawned. It was past dinner time and it wasn’t yet walk time. She wished that puppy Chiquita would come. She always had fun with Chiquita, although sometimes it got them in trouble. She wondered what Chiquita would do.
Hmmm, maybe that fur rug needed a good shaking.
Flora, stretched lovingly at Beulah’s feet, yawned. It was past dinner time and it wasn’t yet walk time. She wished that puppy Chiquita would come. She always had fun with Chiquita, although sometimes it got them in trouble. She wondered what Chiquita would do.
Hmmm, maybe that fur rug needed a good shaking.
