100 words – Dogs Years

The drums are drumming, the crows are crowing, but the dogs are silent. They stand in silent pride for they know the year is theirs. United in the universal admiration from human-kind.

Then too soon the drums go silent. The red and yellow dragons dance no more. Even the crows finally shut the hell up. Then the year passes with nary a mention of the noble dog. Next year some other animal will be honored for a few hours and forgotten. Waiting twelve years for the dog’s return.

Tonight I will drink a toast to caninity. Hail to the dogdom.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.