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Free Writing exercise, Little Doggie.

The Little Dog

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?

You got a Friend in Me

The Hunter

Meet Luna (black). Luna is a beautiful longhaired girl and she is my hunter. She lived on the streets for the first year of her life and has never lost those killer instincts. Unfortunately when I took her in, I thought, how beautiful, I must have her. Plus in my eyes I was saving a life. Once she got cozy in my apartment the real Luna emerged. She would bite viciously at us if touched anywhere other than her head and chin. Any foot daring to walk further than a few steps would become her prey by wrapping her claws around your ankles and attempting to sink fangs in your flesh. Well, me being me, I was going to take full responsibility for her, and I refused to take her back. With some time she warmed up, mildly, but we were still getting attacked on a daily basis if we didn’t play with her when she wanted, or fed her when needed. My fiancé and I had become Luna’s personal caterers, after a bit of claw and fang.

About a year later, I was pretty fed up. So, I went back to the rescue I had found her at—to play with the kittens! No, I’m never giving up my Luna bug. I meandered around all the cages, and even began swooning over a little grey tabby girl with a perfectly round head. As hard as it was I turned away, because I wasn’t looking for beauty this time around. I needed a little one with a warm heart.

Finally I came across a litter that had just been delivered from their foster home, and they were named after Chinese food: kung poa, loe mein, mushu, etc… Kung poa caught my eye, because he was one of two with medium long hair in the litter along with his sister mushu. I took him home that day, and renamed him Milo. I couldn’t call him Kung poa without thinking about Chinese chicken!

The Solution

After proper introductions and making sure Luna wouldn’t sink fangs into the baby, I let Milo explore. Luna, being the worldly girl that she is acted as if he was another piece of furniture. Of course Milo would not be ignored, he missed his mother, and as soon as Luna fell asleep he sneaked right into the crook of her body and fell asleep. From here on wherever Luna went Milo was two steps behind her.

A few days and cat naps later, Luna was snuggling, cleaning, and loving on Milo. Needless to say he was eating it up. I realized then that this kitten didn’t belong to me anymore, he was Luna’s, and I was ok with that.

As the weeks passed by, Luna stopped trying to eat our feet. When she wants treats now, she rubs her head on my leg, and sleeps next to us (with Milo), and plays with Milo very often. She has her moments, but they are so few and far in between that I can honestly say Milo domesticated this once semi-feral kitty.

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