"How can you eat so much?"
The little puppy had poked his head out of the Tupperware container, and yipped at his host. He then proceeded to eat the pot roast with gusto. Shelby sighed at the little labrodor puppy she had found wandering by the dumpster outside. The little guy was malnourished, starving, and looked like the saddest thing in the world. The poster puppy for one of those sad animal abuse commercials with the sad music in the back that makes you wanna cry.
He was a Labrador Retriever, that's what Shelby could identify. What she could not tell, was what kind of lab he was. He had a black body, but his face was a bright yellow orange. 'He must be mixed.' She remembered was had happened around fifteen minutes ago...
(15 Minutes Ago)
The fluffy (She called herself fluffy. Being 163 pounds does not make you fat.) teenager mumbled about lying mothers, walking out the door, and down the three steps of the porch, tugging a large trash bag. This was bullshit. Her mom had just spent three weeks at her boyfriend's house and had just gotten back two days ago. She is going back for another week, after she had told Shelby that she would stay home to spend time with her. Liar. The angry girl stalked around the corner of the house, a cloud hanging over her head. 'I hate being home by myself..' The garbage bag was heavy in her hands. Her weak, tiny, no muscle hands. She was going over her moms lies and loneliness when she had looked up and saw the puppy sniffing around. Shelby had whistled at him and called softy,"Hey baby...what are you doing out here?" The puppy ( who she guessed was around 8 weeks old) snapped up, and just lit up at the sight of her. He had ran over to her (Which was the cutest thing ever) and started whining and yipping, tail waving. She took him inside and fed him left over pot roast from last night.
(Present)
The puppy had finished and was wiggling with excitement. He was so adorable, and the seventeen year old didn't want to put him back outside in the cold. That would be cruel. Her mom would say 'no'. The puppy stopped moving and cried, it was like he knew what she was thinking. "She's never here anyway, I'm keeping you." "Ark! Ark!" Shelby squatted down and petted the happy puppy. "You're such a good boy!" That got the little guy started. He started to bark in flurries of yips and squeals. "Aww...you love being a good boy don't you!" The puppy jumped up on the girls chest. Shelby cuddled with him,"You are just so cute..." She held the puppy as he licked her face lovingly,"You're just like a little Tobi..." The puppy stopped moving. Shelby looked down at him and inspected the puppy. His left eye was closed, a scar covered it. His remaining eye was a bright shining chocolate brown. "Poor baby..your eye.." She stroked his head,"You're defiantly a Tobi." The newly dubbed Tobi waggled his fuzzy tail, whining.
Shelby picked him up and took the lab to the bathroom,"You need a bath." She walked into the small bathroom and flicked on the lights, Tobi in hand. She plugged the tub and turned on the water, messing with the handles until it was warm. "Shit, I forgot the towel. You stay here Tobi, be a good boy." She set the puppy in the slowly rising tub. She ran down the hallway and got a towel. Shelby quickly returned to the bathroom, only to find Tobi nipping at the running water flowing from the bath faucet. She turned the water off,"Time to get clean." The brunette washed Tobi with the dog shampoo that her friend, Michaela forgot over there. Soon Tobi was a squeaky clean puppy. "..I should go Skype Michaela.." The teenager sat Tobi on the floor,"You can go look around, just don't pee on anything, ok?" He waggled off. Shelby went across the hall, into her room, the red and brown carpet tickling her feet. She landed on her bed and picked up her laptop, logging into Skype and video calling Michaela.
(TOBI)
The girl went into a room. She had told me to look around. The girl was kind. She will be useful. I felt the fuzzy flooring between my toes, what is this? Carpet? It was rare to even see little of it, as only extremly wealthy ccan get hold of it. But this-child has it all over her home. Aside from the kitchen and a little room in the back, and the bathroom of course, all the flooring was fuzzy. She even had carpets, on top of carpets! She doesn't seem to be very wealthy, as this is a small house. And there is many strange and unknown things within the house. In the living room, there was a large black screen. I have no idea what it is, or why is was there, but it intruiged me. I hopped up on the couch, hitting a long grey rectangle with my paw. The empty black screen flashed to life, startling me. I jumped, growling. I could feel my fur puffing up. On the screen, a man dresses like a bat was fighting a clown who was cackling, screaming,"Batsy! Is that the best you can do? AhhahahaHA!" I have no idea how they got in that screen, but I soon figured out that they weren't really there. I watched, the Batman (as the authorities onscreen called him) swiftly disabled the clown's henchmen. The clown man in purple laughed away inside of a black-I'm not even sure what that is. It had four wheels. But that's all I knew. I continued yo watch.
Why would this man dress like a bat? Was he a rouge ninja? I am confused. The clown had something in one of his hands, he pulled something and a loud bang erupted from it. The Batman threw something at the clown,"You're finished, Joker!" The machine the Joker was in crashed, the purple clown falling out. Batman apprehended him. Soon, the screen faded to black, credits showing.
"Aww..you like Batman." I jumped and looked at the girl. I took her looks in. She had a heart shaped face with deep brown eyes that were framed by black glasses. Her brown hair went to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Slight shadows under her sleepy eyes. She looked had np muscle and was slightly overweight. She was wearing a large loose black and white striped sweater that hung of her shoulders. She was wearing semi-tight pants made of a material that was unkown to him, but it did give her a nice bottom shape... (denim) She picked him up, cradiling him. "Michaela said that she would take us to the vet when she and Kendra get back. They won't be here for a week, but eh, I'll think we will be fine." She scratched a spot on his head, it felt nice... Yes, he would stay here. Hopefully, the rest of the Akatstuki would follow his scent and show up.
