writing doodle - Rilo the Rowdy

The rambunctious, rollicking, and boisterous Sealyham terrier knew that he was a dog.  A full sized, well adjusted white dog named Rilo.  Alright, a mostly white dog with curly fur. He'd seem himself in the mirror often enough to know what he looked like and how he was supposed to behave.

Except when he didn't.

Rilo the rowdy, as he liked to think of himself, had had an identity crisis for several months.  Years if he were honest with himself.  

When he thought of himself he knew that in fact he was the  king of his domain and the commander of all he could see.  His white coat was a determinant when he went undercover to find hidden caches of foodstuffs in his territory, so he rolled in things to make him appear less white.  His gentle and subdued demeanor was really a front to fool his captors, the ones who didn't understand the importance of feeling the wind in his fur when he ran or the significance of obtaining the favor of a new lady every evening.  

One night, in the fall of the year, he went to a party.  A dog party.  There were large dogs and small ones.  Thin ones and thick.  Young and old.

At this party, most of the dogs were all having an identity crisis.  One dog went as a shark, tiny but lethal.  Another as a bee, a very over grown bee who probably couldn't fly very well.  Another was dressed as a cow.  There was even a dog who was dressed like a dog, but a different kind of a dog.

Was it little wonder that Rilo the Rowdy had an identity crisis?

TBC ...