Title: My Master Jane
Rating: K
Summary: A short character study of Jane through Jo Friday's eyes.
Jane Rizzoli was my master.
She was a good master. Caring and loving. She would leave for work in the morning and leave me by myself. She came home tired and beaten. She always rubbed her body while groaning in pain.
It hurt me to see her in pain. I would try to help by talking.
"Not now jo." She often said confused as to what I meant. I would just look at her and then curl up next to her feet. She would sigh and get a bottle of strange liquid. She drank this often although I couldn't understand why. I tried it once, she let me taste some.
It was disgusting.
She'd often get the bottle then some food. Humans ate strange food. Soft food and hard food. Food that their teeth couldn't handle.
She would then lay on the bed like object. Something that humans called a couch. I would jump up and she'd hold me. We would watch the shiny box that she keeps in her cage. Usually it was a sport called baseball. Similar to fetch I decided after seeing it so many times.
Humans would also need sleep so she would go to another area and close the door.
Nights were often hard for my master. There were some nights that were quiet, these were few and far between however. Most nights I can hear my masters cracked voice screaming in the dark cage. She would exit the room and pace back and forth forever. She often rubbed her hands on nights like this. Little did she know but I could hear her mumbled words and smell the night sweats that consumed her.
In these time I comforted. Laying down with her until she fell asleep and raising my ears every once in a while to ensure no one came by.
There were sometimes nights of bliss. My master would go to this room and close the door. I would hear quiet moans as I slept in my bed. Willowy gasps and strangled moans filled the room and I would check on her. I couldn't smell anyone else but did notice a strange smell coming from the air. Nights like this my master would remain in her room and sleep soundly.
The next morning she would get up, shower (I guess humans liked baths better than us dogs), eat and take me for a walk. She then leaves me home to repeat the cycle all over again.
"Be good joe. I love you."
You too master. Kick lots of butt. I love you too.
Jane Rizzoli was my master and she was the best one in the world.
FIN