Ed looked back and forth between Edna and the huge brown Pointer she brought home from the shelter.
“What’s his name?” Ed asked, still trying to figure out why Edna can’t leave well enough alone.
“Help me name him,” she replied.
Ed scratched his head as Edna spouted off some distinct possibilities. “Brownie, Expresso, Mud, Hershey, Nut Meg, Fudge . . . “
Ed covered his ears in protest, clearly having heard enough. Edna frowned as she stopped in mid sentence.
“The name is obvious,” Ed declared while raising his finger to make sure he had Edna’s full attention.
“Huh?”
“Big Brown Dog.”
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This 99-word story is my contribution to the October 5 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story about a Big Brown Dog."
