This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ 100 word story Invitational presents this photo of a dog up a tree. Check out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog to see the other entries, which are pretty good this week. The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, a middle, and an end, which Bumba did not exactly do, but since it’s a dog talking you can’t expect too much narrative – unless you want to hear a long tale.

Don’t ask me how I got up here. I can’t talk anyway because I’m a dog. A dog up a tree.

It ain’t so bad up here by the way. In fact, I kinda like it.

I can see into the neighbors yard. They left a plate of cookies on the patio table. Hmm. I can also scope out those squirrels that have been on my mind. I can look down on people instead of the usual state of affairs. Not bad. But all good things come to an end, including this little story about… what was it about anyway?