"Fetch, Bolt!" Penny yelled, throwing the Frisbee toward the direction of her dog.
The dog barked and began running after the flying disc and then catching it with his mouth. He let a out a victorious yelp and ran toward his "person", as he called it.
"Good boy!" she said, stroking the furry creature's neck.
The dog barked happily.
Both the animal and the human laughed. Spirited, joyful laughter.
The dim late-afternoon sunlight cast a shadow on their rural home. And from a nearby tree, down climbed a black cat, very familiar to the dog.
Slowly, she walked towards Penny and yawned.
The dog smiled at the cat and the cat, well, remained rather coy.
Penny giggled. "I'll leave you two alone." She said. And after a few seconds, did.
"What is it, Mittens? Something wrong?" Bolt asked.
Mittens turned away for a moment and looking back at him, she said: "Well, now that you've mentioned it…"
"Hey, guys!" a voice suddenly said.
Both the animals looked down and saw Rhino, the hyperactive hamster.
"Please be a little quieter, Rhino. Mittens was saying something." Bolt instructed.
"Oh…okay!" he whispered, still full of energy though.
"So, what was bothering you?" Bolt asked.
Mittens was quiet for a moment, then as if trying to remember she took a breath and said: "I had this really weird dream." She said.
"Dream?" Rhino scoffed. "Come on, we all know-" he then saw Bolt staring quite hardly at him and said: "Sorry! Continue." In a whispery tone.
"Well…" Mittens began.