Doggin’ On #flashfiction

then 2014
now 2021

Odd word, dogging. At University dogging on meant hanging in there and showing resilience. These days there may be some hanging and resilience involved in the word but otherwise the relationship with al fresco exhibitionist copulation and how we used the expression couldn’t be further apart.

Using the old meaning, though I’m inclined to think my blogging has involved a certain amount of doggin’ on. For some reason the new editor on wordpress won’t let me search easily for earlier posts so I have to try and identify a post close to when I think I wrote such and such a post and then follow for one to the next until the correct one appears.

This did however lead me to one of those rabbit holes that took me right back to the start of my blogging journey (April 2014 if anyone wonders). At about post number five was my first ever attempt at flash fiction, following one of Charli Mills’ prompts at her carrot ranch. Goodness, how many prompts and pieces have there been since then?

This was my piece…

Harry dropped his gaze to avoid looking at Sally. No point; she didn’t know he existed. He looked at the dog.
Milton looked back; he scratched his ear before lowering himself into a squat.
“No. Christ. Not here.”
Milton held Harry’s gaze as he shat on the pavement.
“Great” Harry stared at the sticky turd. He patted his pocket. No bags.
Harry glanced up, wondering if he could leave it. To his horror, Sally was a few paces away. She held out her crisp packet. “Here.”
“For that.”
As Harry cleared up, Sally rubbed Milton’s head. “Cute dog.”

Dogs. Always dogs. Dog had only been with us for a year at that point. He’s appeared on this blog more than most and proves more popular by the day. He’s a great example of doggin’ on. Maybe that would be my phrase, my motto. I wonder what it is in Latin?

I’ve shared this before. It deserves another airing…

It’s been that sort of day… kind of drifty. Maybe it’s because I donated some plasma yesterday; my brain is a bit befuddled. Now that was a fascinating procedure; they take out blood, give it a spin to extract said plasma and return the red stuff until they’ve pulled out 560ml, hand you a chocolate bar or a packet of cheese nibbles and send you on your way with a lot of grateful thanks. I wonder where my old geezer plasma will end up? In some 4G TV perhaps.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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28 Responses to Doggin’ On #flashfiction

  1. Grins all about here! Dog has certainly found his tribe!

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  2. Norah says:

    I remember that flash all the way back then, Geoff. I enjoyed the laughs too. Thanks.

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  3. Great story and splendid video I’ve never seen before.

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  4. I’ve no idea what my first piece of flash was for the Carrot Ranch. I’ll have to check the archives, but if it ended up in one of my books, then it will have been deleted.
    Well done on the plasma donation. Now I know why my TV picture is so clear.

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  5. Now you all know, how difficult learning the English language could be. At least for using it in official correspondence. Lol Thank you for the smile, Geoff! Have a nice day! xx Michael

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  6. “Good shit!” all round.

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  7. Well done on the donation. Maybe your old geezer plasma will end up in a dog. It would be justice of sorts.

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  8. Charli Mills says:

    I was worried. My internet is so slow today, pictures load like in the ancient technical era of the 1990s, one line of pixels at a time. And I can see your title. I’ve watched THAT video before. I don’t know what to expect in the slow tease of intermittent technology. Whew! It’s Dog! And a new phrase. Oh! And THAT video again!

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  9. Dogging here = skiving school. As well as the other meaning. I have never seen that video and I thought it was fabulous!

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    • TanGental says:

      Try some of their others. They’re brilliant cabaret performers who we tend to see trying new and old material at the Fringe when we come up. For anyone who’s suffered with Ryanair or Easy Jet, Cheap Flights is a hoot

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  10. noelleg44 says:

    Dog has wormed his way into my heart! Doggin’ in. Great video. And good on you for donating plasma!

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  11. Suzanne says:

    The world needs more of your type that venture out and donate plasma. I know what you mean about rabbit holes and blogging: fun and games.

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  12. willowdot21 says:

    Happy Dogging Geoff 💜💜💜

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