Let Me Entertain You
by Rose Blackthorn
The dog was a mutt, maybe fifteen pounds, with sad dark eyes. It was dressed in a blue ruffled tutu just above the hips, and when the music began it stood on back legs and danced in circles. Tongue dangled, and dirty feet did the flamenco on the bar. The customers clapped and jeered, cruel really. They tossed coins at the dog’s owner.
After closing time, I caught the jerk out back. The dog gave up its tutu without a fight. At gunpoint, we both watched as the dog’s owner danced in circles, tongue dangling, tutu tight round his neck.
Rose Blackthorn is a writer, reader, dog-mom. Lives in the high-mountain desert, but longs for the sea.
She can be found online at http://roseblackthorn.wordpress.com.