Part 13 - Dog Grits

Imogene looked into the sock where she kept her extra cash. There certainly wasn’t much of it. The ad in the newspaper was costing her an arm and a leg. She decided to give up on that tack, and try larger flyers in all of the pet stores. Meanwhile, she called Ricky in for some belly rubbing.

It never took Imogene long to think of a new song. It depended on the dog, and she had to admit that with Ricky, the songs tended to be about the same topics, mostly, but what really mattered was that Ricky knew that the song was just for him.

“Oh, it’s almost time to eat your grits,
dog grits, is dog grits,
Oh it’s almost time to eat your grits,
Dogs they likes to sits,
Oh, it’s almost time to eat your grits,
That’s gonna give your tummy fits,
Eat yourself some grits, my boy, eat yourself some grits.

Ricky smiled delightedly, and then rushed off to the kitchen, where Imogene handed him a plate of hotdog pancakes. He ate them like a pig at a trough.