Free Writing exercise, Little Doggie.
Staring up in pure desperation, I drooped my head and stared up at her. That bowl of chicken is mine. The smell has is permanently lodged in my nose, I won’t ever get it out until I eat that chicken. If only I were a taller dog, like a great dane could I eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, and smell it all forever! What else is there really? Oh, but I love my owner, she’s pretty and smells nice, and, but I really want that chicken and maybe I am starting to dislike her, but no she is so sweet and pretty. Standing up on my hind legs my nose barely reached the hand that was holding the food, with a small pout I fell back down and continued my ferocious glare of hunger. Yes, this will work eventually. I licked her legs, I turned around, and rolled over, but eating, eating, eating, is all she did. Then she put the bowl down. In frantic desperation I lunged at a chance to at least lick the last smear in the bottom, and then she walked away.
I was on her heels in an instant, continueing my mean glare she would eventually succumb to. I know, this is has worked before, but I just can’t remember, because that smell is just permeating my head. I will become the chicken at this rate. I can taste it even still. Then the bowl was on the counter… yes the unreachable, forever out of my grasps, that damned top of the counter. What dog could ever be that big? Oh yes, the great dane, but no not me, not a little… thing! Then the cat walked up behind me and said, “mew, mew, mew…. Mew, mew, mew.”
“Oh hello sweet heart, want a treat?” And she gave the cat treats! What about me!!! What about me!!! The cat ate her tasty treats and proceeded to jump on the counter, and stuck her disgusting head in My bowl. That was it. I had been concentrating on this bowl for nearly three walks long. She jumped down and my mouth just went and took a clear chunk out of her tail. The cat disappeared after that annoying screech, stupid animal. Then, there she was.
She stood over me with that enthralling presence, and all of sudden I could do nothing but shrink down to the ground with her finger in my face. I am a bad, bad dog. I lurked closer to the ground feeling that my whole existence was useless, lazy, fat, hungry, and nothing.
Some time later… I’m not sure when I went outside because I had to go. After we got in she looked down at me again and said “Good dog, here’s a treat!”
A treat!!! I ate it and it made me so happy. Then she wanted to curl up with me. I snuggled with her and fell asleep. What happened earlier that made me so mad?