Wednesday, April 1, 2015

April Fool's Day

The dog sniffed, watching the person cautiously. His almost-black eyes stared into hers. It was almost like a continued war that they had yet to finish. When her gaze left him, he decided best to enter the room at that moment and trotted over to the girl.

When he arrived to the bed, she was unfortunately covering the majority of the spots from where he would usually jump on the bed. In his frustrations, he settled to a spot next to the bed. The spot, however, was irritating to his stomach; the floor was rough and what seemed to make his owner's feet callous. He growled, standing over and spinning around the spot. He even pawed at it to make it more comfortable.

Unfortunately, many of his attempts to make the floor comfortable were to no avail. He barked his frustrations, but the human beside him just rolled her eyes at him. The audacity! He barked again and now was trying to jump on the bed. However, the height between him and the height of the bed was made difficult by the weight of his fur. After what seemed one hundred attempts he had finally conceded.

As he stalked out of the room, he gave one last glance to the winner of the small battle. Unbeknownst to his owner, he would strike again. When that time comes, he would take what was his.

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