ROSIE & SAM
Sam plopped down on the soft green grass.
“What a cute little guy you are. With those big paws I’m sure you’ll grow and grow,” said Miss Zinnia.
This made Sam wiggle. He had always dreamed of being a big, dog. Miss Zinnia and Sam settled down to be a happy family. Several years came and went and sure enough Sam grew tall and strong.
“Today is a special day Sam,” said Miss Zinnia. “It is find Sam a friend day. Would you like a friend to play with?”
“Wolf” Sam replied. He had wanted a best friend for years, but didn’t know how to ask. Miss Zinnia and Sam set off for the pound. Rosie was the first dog Sam laid eyes on and barked with joy.
“Well look at you. What a cute little girl you are. And with those big paws I’m sure you’ll grow and grow,” Miss Zinnia said.
“I am so happy.” Rosie barked. “I dreamed of being a big dog.“
And away Rosie wiggled to her new home with her new best friend, Sam. The next day Sam showed Rosie around the neighborhood.
“George, this is my new best friend Rosie. Be nice to her,” Sam told the grumpy Great Dane who lived around the corner.
“Nice to meet you kid. You’re kind a puny aren’t ya?” George said, with a chuckle.
“Miss Zinnia says with my paws I’ll grow and grow.” Rosie proudly explained. By lunch time Rosie had met all the local dogs, cats, bunnies, birds, and people. Each night Miss Zinnia would tuck Sam in and tell him how much he has grown. Then she would turn to Rosie and whisper, “don’t worry little girl you will grow soon enough.” Every morning Rosie would stare in the mirror checking to see if she had grown any taller.
“Sam this mirror must be broken.”
“I think your right.” Sam said and found a tree to measure Rosie with rather than the mirror.
“Am I bigger today?” Rosie would ask day after day.
“Not yet Rosie. But don’t worry today was busy, you probably just forgot. I’ll remind you tomorrow,” Sam would say before closing his eyes and snoring through the night. When the sun came up again, Rosie and Sam would begin their busy day. There were hello’s to be delivered, dirt to dig, smells to sniff, toys to chew, rocks to pile, and bones to bury. Then it was naptime. After naps it was off with Miss Zinnia to a magical spot, the dog park! This was one of Sam’s and Rosie’s favorite places to visit. It was a place where no leashes or mean dogs were allowed. Dogs could run a muck. Dogs in every direction, sniffing, digging, chasing, and romping around. When it was time to leave, Rosie and Sam were pooped!
Every evening after supper, Sam would measure Rosie to see if she had sprouted even a hair of an inch.
"Nothing.” Sam said night after night.
“I seem to be growing outward but I keep forgetting to grow upward.” Rosie looked at her round belly. Sam felt sorry for her and grabbed a nearby stool.
“Here Rosie stand on this and I’ll measure you again.”
“But isn’t that cheating Sam?” Rosie asked.
“Kind of. Hey I have an idea. Why don’t we make you shoes like Miss Zinnia’s. That will make you taller.” Sam said.
“Maybe just for now so I remember to grow. When I’m tall I won’t need them anymore.” Rosie said imagining herself as tall as George the grumpy Great Dane.
The next morning they went to work building Rosie’s shoes. They hammered and nailed and filed and painted until the shoes looked just like paws.
“Perfect! Rosie, try them on.” Sam said proud of his project.
“Wow! I’m as tall as you,” Rosie said smiling. “But they’re a little hard to walk in.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t need them for very long. Your legs will surely remember to grow now.” Sam said putting a paw on Rosie’s shoulder.
But that afternoon at the park Rosie couldn’t keep up and decided the shoes would have to go. She’d wear them at night instead. But Rosie forgot to put the shoes back on before she fell asleep and woke up as short as ever!
“Oh my,” whined Rosie. Sam had another idea.
“Let’s stretch your legs? I’ll tie you to the tree and pull.”
“Oh Sam! That is a great idea!” Rosie said feeling hopeful again.
For two weeks Sam stretched and pulled Rosie’s little legs. They decided not to measure her until the entire stretching was complete. Everyday she swore she felt taller. After the two weeks, Sam measured Rosie again.
“Nothing,” He felt badly. “Rosie I think water ballet might help. Ballerina’s always have very long legs.” Sam said with a smile.
“Okay,” Rosie said, excited to try. For another two weeks, the two best friends went to the pond and pointed their paws high in the air and twirled.
“You look great Sam,” Rosie shouted.
“Thanks Rosie, you look good too.” Sam shouted back.
After the two weeks, Sam measured Rosie, it was still,“Nothing.” Rosie tried yoga, Pilates, tai chi, even standing on her head for an hour a day. But every time Sam measured her it was still, “Nothing.” Miss Zinnia started telling people, “Oh my little Rosie…she is a lab who forgot to grow.” This horrified Rosie. The people would laugh as they squatted low to pat her head.
At the dog-park, Rosie asked her friend Kasha, “How did you grow tall?”
“I don’t know?” Kasha told her.
“Well did you focus on growing?” Rosie asked. “
Gee Rosie I don’t remember. We could form a dog circle everyday at dog park time to help your legs think long!” Kasha suggested.
“Alright. I am willing to try anything.” Rosie sighed. Then Kasha wailed out the loudest howl Rosie had ever heard. The dogs perked their ears and immediately ditched their digging, stopped their sniffing, turned, twisted and leaped over logs, running over rocks as they bound full steam ahead to form the circle.
“What is this all about Kasha?” George the grumpy Great Dane asked.
“We need to help Rosie grow. It appears she has forgot.” Kasha explained.
“The shrimp? She’s not gonna budge, forget it.” He moaned.
“We can at least try. Everyone listen up this will be a five minute focus. Legs and length…begin. All the dogs stared at Rosie’s legs. She was mortified. Kasha started chanting long, longer, longest, and everyone joined in.
“Long, Longer, Longest. LONG, LONGER LONGEST.”
Rosie squeezed her eyes shut. She thought she felt something. A twingle of some sort. Yes she was sure of it…she was growing. She couldn’t wait to open her eyes but Kasha had told her not to until they were finished. Finally, when the chanting quieted, Rosie looked down but her stumpy legs hadn’t grown a lick.
“Nothing.” Sam said.
“I told ya kid,” said George. “You’re a natural shrimp.”
Rosie started to sniffle. “I’m sorry everyone.”
“Rosie you are the best friend in the whole world. I don’t care how tall you are…I never did,” Sam said sadly.
“Rosie we love you just the way you are.” Kasha told her.
“When I first saw you I thought how lucky you were. Your snahz is close to the ground.” said Sid.
“I thought you were absolutely adorable,” said Penny.
“You always have a smile on your face Rosie.”
“You’re a sweet pea, Rosie.”
“The humans love you Rose.”
“You even share your bones. None of us here do that Rosie”
“You’re taller than us Rosie. You always say hello to everyone, even the mean doggies,” yapped Herbert and Henrietta two miniature dachshunds.
“Gosh, I never thought…” Rosie smiled. “I was too busy thinking about being short. I guess I’ll forgive my legs for forgetting to grow. Thank you all for being my friend. Now let’s go dig!” Rosie shouted.
Off the dogs galloped. Rosie felt free. She would never again try to stretch her legs again. Now she had more time to visit the pound, to de-grump George, and to bring Miss Zinnia her slippers. Rosie also had more time to make new friends the greatest gift, was having more time to play with her best friend in the whole world…Sam. They did keep the water ballet up though because after all… they had GROWN dog-gone graceful! THE END
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