This, another horrid week in the news, I chose a story of our medium sized dachshund, Peanut. So named by my husband who brought her home and she did look like a peanut, small and he purchased her from a pet shop that had a bunch of white poodle babies and a small peanut looking pet. He thought she would make good company for me as I was in my first pregnancy, sick on the couch for the first three months. She became a smart, friendly, able to learn tricks quickly, and a neighborhood favorite. A story I’ve told before was many years later when we were traveling from Houston to Vermont. We had a 1966 mustang I still miss, and three kids in car seats in the back along with Peanut. One time we stopped for a snack, left Peanut in the car and she got into the fishing tackle box, I don’t know how, but we came back to find her tangled in line and lures. It was a miracle that she did not get hurt or stabbed or cut in her curiosity.
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts: March 31, 2026
The Bag Lady 