for Sammi’s Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Handle.
“I can’t handle this much longer,” said Gertrude, “at my time of life I should be taking it easy not gallivanting around at his beck and call.
When he’s hungry, he insists on being fed straight away and if he wants a walk, a walk we have, and once outside he’s constantly looking for somewhere to pee, or worse!
If I don’t give him what he wants he either barks at me or begs, staring with those puppy dog eyes.
I’ve really had enough, I wish I could exchange him for something less demanding like a shih tzu or a cat even”.
“But Gertrude, I thought you loved your dog,” I said, “you’ve always seemed inseparable”.
“I’m not talking about my dog” she laughed, ”I’m talking about my bloody husband”.