♫I was working in the lab late one night♫
♫When my eyes beheld an eerie sight♫
♫For my monster from his slab began to rise♫
♫And suddenly, to my surprise♫
♫He did the mash♫
♫He did the monster mash♫
♫It caught on in a flash♫
♫It was a graveyard smash♫
♫He did the monster mash♫

I am Dog of the Week at Miss Matches' web site! Go me.

I have barked at the mailman for days and he still hasn't brought me my Pulitzer. Maybe the novel has to be finished first. I'm working on that. Ready for the next chapters?

The tension mounts...dum dum dum...

Chapter 4
    The cold seemed to seep into his very bones. The stray sighed and curled up into a tighter ball, nose under tail. A strange, unfamiliar tingling had begun to develop in his paws. He was used to the sting of the cold and the ache of sleeping on a cold floor. This was different, somehow. It almost felt as though his paws were growing.
    “Strange,” he thought. No doubt his kibble ration that evening had tasted a little funny. It had even smelled a little off. He had been too hungry to care at the time, but now he wondered if it would cause him trouble. “Just my luck,” he sighed. “The only calories I can get, and they’re comin’ back up.” He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep before noticing the faint greenish cast developing on his swelling paws.
 

Chapter 5
    Lyle’s cell phone ring (hail to the chief, his private joke) roused him from a spell of highway hypnosis. He had been passing the miles in an almost meditative state, his mind clear and sharp. He pulled over to the shoulder and answered.
    “Hullo, dahling,” came the sweet voice of the Appalachian princess.
    “Morgan! I hadn’t expected to hear from you so soon. Is everything okay?”
    “Well, dear, your northern weather is just dreadful. My flight has been diverted and I’m arriving in Chicago momentarily. I can’t bear to miss our meeting, dahling. Can you meet me in Chicago?”
    Lyle wasn’t surprised that Morgan already had a contingency plan. They had only met once before, at a state dinner, but she and her husband Charlie made a striking first impression. They were clearly a power couple, but Lyle suspected that Morgan was the source of most of the power.
    “No problem, Princess,” replied Lyle. “I haven’t gotten far. I can be there in a few hours. Get settled and I’ll meet you somewhere for dinner. Your choice, my treat.”
    “You’re such a dear,” drawled Morgan. “I know the perfect outdoor café. My Charlie took me there for our anniversary. Their biscuits are simply divine. Toodles!”
    Lyle powered up his motorcycle and headed north. Washington could wait another day.

to be continued...

I wonder what our hero will do next??

♫He'll do the mash!♫
♫The monster mash!♫