Lassie! Lassie! You've come home," shouted out Timmy's mom, Mrs.Martin. "I knew you would, girl, I knew you would!"
Lassie was trotting along the railroad tracks and glimpsing Mrs. Martin, she excitedly ran right up to her. The old girl looked exhausted and emaciated, her hair and coat filthy and matted.
"Poor girl, what you must been through!" cried Mrs. Martin. "We will take care of you forever and forever more, Lassie."
"With all due respect, Mrs. M," said Lassie, "all I came back for was my toothbrush. I'm hooked up with an ashram in the next county."
"Oh, and tell Timmy everything has been swell, but frankly, I liked Jeff better."
You most likely don't remember, but Lassie enchanted us on the small screen all through the fifties and then some, living with a number of masters and sometimes living without them because she was a lot smarter than you or I.
This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution based on the picture prompt above, and below are Jeff (the first owner) and Timmy (the second) in their heyday.
"Hey Lassie! Here, girl, I've got your toothbrush! Vibrating too."