2 views
The Puppy
I lay there, panting for breath as my life flashed before my eyes.
******
I felt my paws gently touch the ground as a female giant carried me out of a huge car and put me down. I stood on my own four feet again for the first time in what seemed like hours. Shivering with fear and anticipation, I looked around. I cautiously walked over to the grass. I took a few sniffs, then squatted. Ahh! That felt good. I’d been holding it in since I left. I’d barely finished relieving myself before two smaller giants, one a boy and one a girl, ran excitedly out the door. They surrounded me and both of them started to pet me at once. I wasn’t sure what to do with all this attention. Three long months with my mother hadn’t prepared me for any of this! Could I just go home now?
“Yes! I finally have a dog!” The girl giant exclaimed, squatting down to get closer to my height. “What’s its name? Is it a boy or a girl? What kind of dog is it?”
“Slow down, Chloe,” The driver, who I guessed was the child’s father,
laughed. “It’s not just your dog. Her name is Blondie. She’s a Chihuahua.”
“Hi, Blondie!” Chloe said, putting my head in her hands and then reaching behind my ears to stroke my head.
“How ya’ doin’ Blondie? You’re such a good dog! Good dog! You’re so cute! Aren’tcha Blondie-girl?”
As if it had a mind of its own, my little tail began vigorously wagging like a pendulum on steroids. My shivering subsided slightly as the younger boy struggled to find space to stroke someplace on my small body. Suddenly, I felt my paws leave the ground again, as Chloe picked me up and held me to her chest.
“You and I are going to be best friends forever!” Chloe said, rubbing the top of my head with her chin. I was liking this “Chloe” more and more. I reached my head up to lick her humungous face. She squirmed.
“Hey!” The smallest giant, who I later learned was Chloe’s little brother, exclaimed. “Let me have a turn!”
“Chloe,” Mommy said. “Let Jesse hold the dog.”
I felt myself being squeezed as Chloe held me closer to her chest. The girl looked up at Daddy, betrayed. “I’m the one that’s been asking for a dog. Besides, Jesse’s only five—he might hurt her.”
“I don’t see the problem, Chloe,” Daddy said, “I was five when my parents got me my first dog.”
“And so you waited until I was nine?” Chloe retorted.
“And so we waited until Jesse was five.” Daddy replied calmly.
“I guess there are perks and downfalls to being an older sibling,” Chloe said sourly. She gently handed me to Jesse, who wasn’t exactly sure how to hold me properly. I soon found myself back on the ground. I wasn’t sure what was going on. When was I going back home?
Chloe picked me up again and carried me into the house. She put me down again on the floor. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I followed Chloe around the house as she made funny noises that somehow made me attracted to her. She rubbed me behind my ears and made more strange sounds. Pretty soon, I wasn’t sure whether I was wagging my tail, or my tail was wagging me.
As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, I grew into an adult dog. I learned to consider this place my home: and I knew I had to protect it. Intruders would come to the house, and I’d try to tell them to leave, but the giants would just lock me up in a room. They wouldn’t let me attack those intruders that they called...
******
I felt my paws gently touch the ground as a female giant carried me out of a huge car and put me down. I stood on my own four feet again for the first time in what seemed like hours. Shivering with fear and anticipation, I looked around. I cautiously walked over to the grass. I took a few sniffs, then squatted. Ahh! That felt good. I’d been holding it in since I left. I’d barely finished relieving myself before two smaller giants, one a boy and one a girl, ran excitedly out the door. They surrounded me and both of them started to pet me at once. I wasn’t sure what to do with all this attention. Three long months with my mother hadn’t prepared me for any of this! Could I just go home now?
“Yes! I finally have a dog!” The girl giant exclaimed, squatting down to get closer to my height. “What’s its name? Is it a boy or a girl? What kind of dog is it?”
“Slow down, Chloe,” The driver, who I guessed was the child’s father,
laughed. “It’s not just your dog. Her name is Blondie. She’s a Chihuahua.”
“Hi, Blondie!” Chloe said, putting my head in her hands and then reaching behind my ears to stroke my head.
“How ya’ doin’ Blondie? You’re such a good dog! Good dog! You’re so cute! Aren’tcha Blondie-girl?”
As if it had a mind of its own, my little tail began vigorously wagging like a pendulum on steroids. My shivering subsided slightly as the younger boy struggled to find space to stroke someplace on my small body. Suddenly, I felt my paws leave the ground again, as Chloe picked me up and held me to her chest.
“You and I are going to be best friends forever!” Chloe said, rubbing the top of my head with her chin. I was liking this “Chloe” more and more. I reached my head up to lick her humungous face. She squirmed.
“Hey!” The smallest giant, who I later learned was Chloe’s little brother, exclaimed. “Let me have a turn!”
“Chloe,” Mommy said. “Let Jesse hold the dog.”
I felt myself being squeezed as Chloe held me closer to her chest. The girl looked up at Daddy, betrayed. “I’m the one that’s been asking for a dog. Besides, Jesse’s only five—he might hurt her.”
“I don’t see the problem, Chloe,” Daddy said, “I was five when my parents got me my first dog.”
“And so you waited until I was nine?” Chloe retorted.
“And so we waited until Jesse was five.” Daddy replied calmly.
“I guess there are perks and downfalls to being an older sibling,” Chloe said sourly. She gently handed me to Jesse, who wasn’t exactly sure how to hold me properly. I soon found myself back on the ground. I wasn’t sure what was going on. When was I going back home?
Chloe picked me up again and carried me into the house. She put me down again on the floor. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I followed Chloe around the house as she made funny noises that somehow made me attracted to her. She rubbed me behind my ears and made more strange sounds. Pretty soon, I wasn’t sure whether I was wagging my tail, or my tail was wagging me.
As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, I grew into an adult dog. I learned to consider this place my home: and I knew I had to protect it. Intruders would come to the house, and I’d try to tell them to leave, but the giants would just lock me up in a room. They wouldn’t let me attack those intruders that they called...
