Woof. I feel like a dog. See, I know he likes me. But, since I said I wouldn't kiss him to keep my secret that I have a talking dog, I am now under his control for one week. Will I crack? Probably...JK! NOPE!
"Avery," Stan hops onto my lap, "you don't have to do this, it could all be done with a peck! Why are you making this harder for yourself?". I sigh. I softly pet Stan's silky fur. Its silky since I washed him yesterday, I'm still damp!
"Stan, I'm doing this because I know Rover, he will torment me about it everyday of my life or it'll be a trick!" I explain, "I know he likes me,". I grab the brush and start brushing Stan. He sighs.
"Do you like him?" Stan asks. I roll my eyes in a playful manner. "Stan, I don't think the chain of events would've led up here if I did!" I explain. Someone then knocks on the door. Stan leaves, sighing on more time, then he runs to my room. I stand up and open the door. Its Rover. I let him in and call for Stan, he doesn't want to come down here.
"Ugh! Lets just start, whats the first thing you want me to do?" I ask, "and go easy on me, I am not used to being treated like a dog!". I fold my arms and look him dead in his cold, dead, and dark eyes. That deep emerald green mocks me!
"Okay," he does a forced smile, he gives me a large binder filled with papers, "I haven't done any of my chores in a while. Be a peach and do them?". I growl at him. "You're are such a big mea-". He makes me stop. "Silence! I own you for a week, so be nice to me, or else!". I step hard on his foot. He squeals then leaves.
"Avery," I hear on the steps, "why are you acting like such a dog?". I look at Stan, "hes treating me like one, I'm going to act like one!". Stan growls. "You are not a dog! So stop acting like it!". He storms off...woah. I follow him into my bedroom. He looks at me, then he sighs. Grace and Freddie run up to him yelling 'daddy'.
"Stan, why were you so angry?!" I ask. Stan growls.
"Because you never groom my puppies! Look Avery, I understand that you have problems, but my puppies are a full time thing! I am just a dog, I don't have fingers!" Stan bursts. I sigh. "I know, I'm sorry, I will groom them right now!".
"AND ROBERT, TOO!". I look at Robert. He is wearing a tiny robe and shower cap. His monkey toddlers are too. "The kids too, thanks Avery, you're a lamb!". He walks off. I growl.
"NOT A DOG!".
I whimper.