Ron.’s Prom

(Today’s One-Minute Writer asks us to reminisce about our prom):

I remember my prom fondly: We grew up together. I got him for my 8th birthday. I named him Ollie because he reminded me of Oliver Hardy (of Laurel & Hardy). I was a very responsible owner, taking him to the vet when necessary, grooming him regularly, and feeding him only the best food–no table scraps. He lived to a ripe old age (for a prom, anyway) but I had to have him put down when, in his dotage, he went blind, developed hip dysplasia, and could no longer keep food down.

He was a good old prom, while he lasted.

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