Ruskea lay sprawled out in front of the sofa. Her two pups wriggled and twisted under her belly.
With a yelp and one push of a paw, play was over. Ruskea had had enough. It was time to sleep.
Katja and I had hoped for three pups. Ruskea was so gentle and kind with our own two small ones, everyone who visited wanted a pup.
This benevolent protector of our twin boys was now the financial advisor of their future college fund.
Ruskea must have felt our compassion and appreciation. With a wink and a nod, she was asleep.
Important Note: Ruskea is Finnish for brown.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. October 5, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a Big Brown Dog. I just want to read Big Brown Dog stories this week. I know dogs aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but you can write about that, too. Keep it happy, write something funny, surprising or tender. Thank you.