Post by ♥Lar Rackell♥ on Oct 26, 2007 18:15:07 GMT -5
He layed under the canopy roof, letting the evening air soak into his ebony coat. The sausage of a dog watched watched his bouncy, cream colored dominant let energy loose that will never run out. A loud two-wheeled thing ran by grabbing the three-year-old's attention for a maximum of thirty seconds. The evening was like any other, serene and blank.
It had been a long time since his humans left. The old ones were still there, but they never played with him like his humans. His humans came out and roughed with him. They scratched his fur and let him play guard. No one payed attention to him but his humans. That's why he envied his dominant. She was so cute and so bouncy and so cheery and everyone played with her. She was the little angel. The old ones played with her too. They even talked to the moody tomcat that only showed up for dinner. They never payed even a lick of attention to him, the mutt. So he saved his energy. He saved it for his humans. He hoped they would. He prayed they didn't forget him.
The sky turned from blue to orange, the little black mutt watching its slow transition. As it turned pink, he heard a high pitched voice come from the house behind him. It was forced high and called his nickname. It was her! It was the oldest of his humans! Within seconds of her voice, she came out. Before she had a chance to kneel, he was up and jumping for her. She ruffled his fur and tugged at his ears, his tail full of frantic wagging.
The dominant tried stealing the attention, but her efforts were in vain. His human patted her head then pushed her away before returning to him. That was why he loved her so much. She was the only one that looked at him first. She gave him the treats because his dominant alway got them. Despite that he had been born on the street, she treated him like royalty and he returned the love. Life in the fence was worth while as long as Trevor had her and his humans.