“Squirrel! Come on! Come on! UGGH! He’s gone..” Buddy drops his nose. At least get a whiff.
“Easy! Calm down Buddy. Ripping off my arm shortens the walk. There are other squirrels.” Mike tries to look at the park between tugs.
“Ssssshhhh! There’s another, stop. Stay still. Ok, slowly walk to the left. Come on! Move it! His back is turned. We can get him.” Buddy leans and begins to drag his human
“Easy! Easy! Buddy! We don’t want to get bit on the nose again do we?” Mike sees the squirrel too.
“I’ll behave. Really! Just a bit closer!” Buddy speaks between panting. Leaning hard enough to not need his front feet on the ground any more.
Mike looses the lead. Buddy is off like a shot.
“Buddy stop! Now! Buddy! Buddy!” Mike yells as he tries to run after the dog.
Barking tells him where Buddy went. Behind a grove of trees, a circle of squirrels have their query in sight.
“You think it’s funny chasing us!” The leader steps toward him.
Buddy looks side to side barking. They have caught him.
Mike looks at the squirrels and his dog. “He has got to be the dumbest animal ever. Just like last time he got bit.”
The squirrels see the human and bounce off like they are innocent critters.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/10/17/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-18-2016/