Jolene’s mom walked up the hill to her Victorian that was painted dark brown with black trim around the windows. The front of the house was in constant shade thanks to several very large redwoods that were planted without considering their growth potential. She loved the darkness of the house and the shade.
She opened the door and unleashed Jolene, who pranced into the house.
“Damn, I hate when people make a thing out of their dogs on the internet,” said Jolene’s mom and hung the leash up behind the front door.
“What’s that Veronica?” responded a husky voice from the kitchen.
“I said I hate when people make it all about instagram and social media.”
The owner of the husky voice, Buddy, appeared at the end of the hallway and made his way to Veronica, who shut the front door and was hanging her hat next to the leash. He grabbed her around the waist and put his head softly on her shoulder.
“Bad day at the dog park?”
“Yes. A new owner showed up today with a prissy white mutt. It looked like some kind of doodle, but not a real doodle. I’m not sure what it was but it looked weird and he was beyond annoying.”
“A non-doodle doodle, huh? Like a poodle?”
“Don’t. I am not in the mood for semantics.”
“Sorry, Veronica. I can hear you’re angry and I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“That ain’t gonna happen.”
“So what did he do?”
“He took pictures of Jolene and put them on Twitter. Without asking.”
“Let me see,” said Buddy.
Veronica showed him the last tweet posted by @MrClaus24or25.
“How did you know it was him? You don’t follow him or anything, do you?”
“No, but he used a hashtag with the park name.”
“What did you say to him?” asked Buddy.
“He had no business taking pictures of Jolene without asking me. Something like that.”
“In that tone?”
“Yes. It pisses me off.”
“Do you know who this is?”
“No. He asked me the same question” said Veronica.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Who is it, Buddy?”
“Santa Claus, man. It’s Santa Claus. And I know just how to get back at him. If he is using Tweeter so freely let’s show him a holly, jolly time.”
She opened the door and unleashed Jolene, who pranced into the house.
“Damn, I hate when people make a thing out of their dogs on the internet,” said Jolene’s mom and hung the leash up behind the front door.
“What’s that Veronica?” responded a husky voice from the kitchen.
“I said I hate when people make it all about instagram and social media.”
The owner of the husky voice, Buddy, appeared at the end of the hallway and made his way to Veronica, who shut the front door and was hanging her hat next to the leash. He grabbed her around the waist and put his head softly on her shoulder.
“Bad day at the dog park?”
“Yes. A new owner showed up today with a prissy white mutt. It looked like some kind of doodle, but not a real doodle. I’m not sure what it was but it looked weird and he was beyond annoying.”
“A non-doodle doodle, huh? Like a poodle?”
“Don’t. I am not in the mood for semantics.”
“Sorry, Veronica. I can hear you’re angry and I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“That ain’t gonna happen.”
“So what did he do?”
“He took pictures of Jolene and put them on Twitter. Without asking.”
“Let me see,” said Buddy.
Veronica showed him the last tweet posted by @MrClaus24or25.
“How did you know it was him? You don’t follow him or anything, do you?”
“No, but he used a hashtag with the park name.”
“What did you say to him?” asked Buddy.
“He had no business taking pictures of Jolene without asking me. Something like that.”
“In that tone?”
“Yes. It pisses me off.”
“Do you know who this is?”
“No. He asked me the same question” said Veronica.
“You’re joking, right?”
“Who is it, Buddy?”
“Santa Claus, man. It’s Santa Claus. And I know just how to get back at him. If he is using Tweeter so freely let’s show him a holly, jolly time.”