Blog-A-Rooney Part 2
Avery's POV
I sat on a stool by my bedroom wall and sat, painting my art wall. I absolutely love art. I started to paint a little dog representing Stan when I ran out of white paint. I reluctantly walked downstairs into the living room to get more.
I was home alone with no one but Stan. Mom and Chloe had gone shopping, Dad had gone to the supermarket, and Tyler was working at the food truck.
When I got downstairs, Stan was on the computer. "Hey Stan," i said, opening up the supply closet I used for my supplies.
"Oh hey Avery." He said, jumping down from the computer chair and walking toward me. "Have you seen Robert?"
"You lost him again?" I whined. Robert was Stan's favorite chew toy: a neon orange monkey which Gramma James had fixed - twice - and always seemed to be getting lost.
"I looked everywhere! Even the fridge...where I may or may not have taken a piece of your bacon from breakfast this morning..." said Stan, looking a bit guilty.
"It's alright Stan." I said. "I'll even give you the rest of it."
"Alright!" He shouted, and ran into the kitchen. I only smiled.
"Hey, Mom & Dad are going to spend the night at a hotel with a spa this weekend to get away, and Gramma James is gonna watch us for a couple days." I said when I reached the kitchen.
Stan only looked longingly at the fridge. "Stan! Are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Avery. I just lose all focus when someone mentions bacon."
I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. I again told him how Gramma was going to watch us this weekend.
"Cool!" he said, as he smiled. I don't know how dogs smile, but you can just tell when they do.
Gramma is the only adult who knew that Stan could talk, and she found out merely by accident.
I placed a plate of bacon in front of Stan and he gobbled it up in almost no time flat.
"Okay, Stan. I'll be in my room if you need me." I said, and with that I walked off, eager to finish my art wall.