Pet him xD (Do I own anything except the Phantom of the Opera in my closet with a tub of chocolate sauce and some whipped cream? Actually, yes, the idea as well as the Phantom puppy is mine….the idea of the Phantom himself belongs to the great Sir Andrew Lloyd Weber and the brilliant Gaston Leroux. Phantom puppy mine, though….ohh, yeah, and :Hands out cake and cookies to reviewers and looker-overs:
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Okay, let's recap on all this. Birthday, good, presents, good, puppy….evil to the core. What was my mother thinking with this little brat of a canine?
"HOW DARE YOU BRING SUCH DISHONOR TO THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!"
Excuse me, this little brat of a Phantom canine.
I instantly dropped the pup upon my carpet and pressed my hand to the bleeding puncture marks upon my arm, shock and fear and amazement all showing on my face.
"You wretched, vile creature" the mutt raised itself to its' paws, tail lowered and body dangerously shifted in pounce-ready stance.
"Whoa…I'm losing it…" I mumbled, getting up and pressing my hand to my forehead, "dogs can't talk"
Something tugged ferociously at my pant leg. I grimaced and the dog was now sitting coolly at my feet, condescendingly blinking his almost-emerald eyes.
"I hate you with the passion of a thousand suns"
I take that as a challenge.
"I hate you like I hate cat woman" I sat down on the carpet in front of the dog.
"I despise you as a dog despises cats" ooh, wretched irony! Oh cruel fate, what a hand thou hath dealt me with this nickname!
"I hate you like Hilary Duff hates Lindsay Lohan" I sneered, smirking. He blinked confusedly, assumed that was a bad thing, and kept on.
"I hate you as a feline hates water"
"I hate you as I hate the Vicomte De Chagny" we said in unison.
Everyone knew that was my one and ultimate insult….
"Y-You know who the Vicomte is?" he asked shakily, eyes widening. I nodded vigorously, ringlets bouncing with my head.
"Of course, I favor you over the Vicomte. I think it should've been you to get the girl…not that stuck-up, long-haired, half-woman son of a bitch" I explained, blinking equally as he did.
"Finally, someone agrees! It's been over a century and for years and years it is constantly 'Vicomte' this and 'Vicomte' that! It is incessantly, 'the Opera Ghost! What a wretched, ridiculous-"
"Your name is Erik" I said pointedly, "it pisses me off when people call you the Opera Ghost"
"And who are you to tell me what my name is, Mademoiselle?" he yowled, twitching a little. A yip accompanied that statement.
"Kat, mademoiselle Kat. At least use my name" I said blankly.
I sat on my knees and bent over the teensy doggie, who seemed to growl softly. I gently picked him up off his paws and he whimpered, yipping loudly.
A smile began on my lips. Widening.
"You're really cute" I grinned. The little dog kept struggling.
I nuzzled him affectionately and giggled, still nuzzling. He barked many times and pawed viciously at my arm, making little groaning noises in the back of his throat.
"Let GO!" he yowled, raising his face to the ceiling and letting out a loud, ear shattering howl.
I dropped him right on his head and pressed my hands to my ears, wincing.
He rolled off his head and fell on his back with a loud, fearful yip.
"WHY YOU WRETCHED LITTLE BEAST!" he growled, and pounced me over, attempting to hurt me with the tiny paws. I just sat there and let him, unamused.
I caught one of the paws in my hand and took my other hand to it, raising a finger to tickle the little paw while smiling and laughing like a two year old.
He just blinked, yawned widely, and fell asleep.
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Gah! So cute! I love the Phantom puppy! Thanks for all the reviews, I think I'll keep this one going ,and my apologies it took so long to update! Each person who reviews gets the little brat mutt for a day or so XD, I'm willing to let other puppy-sit. Hehe…
