If you’ve read anything by me, you know I love dogs. A hot summer day and the ice cream truck was coming. We had money for ice cream this time. I was running up the road to catch him before he turned the corner. Chipper, my dog was right behind me. The truck slowed, a leg kicked out and Chipper fell to the ground. The leg came out of the truck again, slow enough for me to catch.
“He bit me.”
It was a lie. Chipper was behind me.
“Did it feel like this.” Before I let go of his leg I bit him. Not hard enough to get through his sock but strong enough to put fuzzies in my mouth.
I figured we’d never get ice cream again, but a couple of weeks later the truck came with a new driver. I turned to see my mother smiling, Chipper licking her cheek.
Debra Zannelli Author 