"Damn it!" shouted Hermione, "this happens every morning," she finished, grasping her throbbing foot. She had stubbed her toe cutting the corner to the bathroom. As she crouched on one knee, her massive mastiff came over and slobbered all over her face.
"Diesel, not now," she commanded, as she tried pushing his head away. Instead she fell backwards. "Diesel, Diesel, come on now." She was giggling at this point. "Okay, well go, let me get dressed." The dog replied with a bark and went down the wooden staircase, making loud sounds in the process. Hermione pulled herself up, and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror to see her hair in a mess and she looked like a zombie.
She tossed her messy, brown hair into a ponytail and went to put on some shorts and sneakers on. Every morning, her and Diesel go for a walk and/or jog. When she got down stairs there was Diesel with a leash in his mouth. Then Hermione hooked him and opened the door. She stepped out and got a good whiff of that suburban air. Then they started, and it soon turned into a jog.
They were going along when Hermione saw a man walking a cat. Diesel saw the cat too and charged, pulling Hermione with him. Diesel went right between the man's legs forcing Hermione into his back and her hand elsewhere. In shock and embarrassment she dropped the dog's leash.
"Oh, oh my goodness, I'm sorry," she said, "Diesel leave that cat alone!" Diesel was only smelling the timid Persian. Hermione had no idea how to handle this situation. The situation she was just in. She was now looking straight at the man and let out a nervous chuckle. Then she walked around him so she could pry her dog from licking the cat to death. The strange man didn't quite know what to think about what just happened, or how to handle it.
"Diesel! DIESEL! You leave that cat alone," she said, grabbing his collar, and attempting to pull him away form the cat.
"So…" said the man, "Is that your dog?"
"Unfortunately. Diesel! NOW!" she had finally got him away from the fuzz ball. "Now you sit and leave the animal alone." Diesel sat and started panting. "So…is that your cat?"
"Yes, she is," he said, looking down at the golden cat.
"I'm really sorry," said Hermione.
"Don't worry about it, in fact, let's not even talk about it."
"Okay," said Hermione, beaming a nervous grin at the man. He was pretty good looking brown hair, blue eyes, stubble and so on.
"You're beautiful…."she started, "Ha, I mean, um, your cat. What type is he….she?"
The man smiled. "She is a Pure-blooded Persian."
"Neat…" there was a pause, "I should be going."
"Me too," said the man, awkwardly. They started going their separate ways resulting in more awkward-ness. Each tried to go left, then right, and left again.
"Okay, I'm just going to go right and you go left," said Hermione.
"Okay, yep," said the man. They finally made it, but after a few steps each turned back and saw each other. They waved good-bye. Hermione then walked back to her house with her misfit dog and thought to herself, Maybe again tomorrow.