Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.
I have to say, I'm loving writing for Jake, the dog's, point of view. =) Hope you're enjoying as well! Here's his first thoughts on his new home.
Daddy stopped with car with a minor spray of gravel in his driveway. I looked up, up, up at the two-story blue and berry painted Victorian house we were parked beside. This is where I get to live? This was more than a dream come true.
Daddy let me in the white picket fence and had to make two trips to the front porch with all the items he bought for me at PetsMart. I wanted to go explore, but I didn't want him to disappear, thinking this was all a dream. I scratched my side, making sure I was still awake.
Daddy rubbed my muzzle affectionately and asked, "Do you want to explore, Jake?" I licked his hand to answer him, "Yes!" excitedly. He unhooked my leash so I was free to roam around.
He was explaining I was free to go anywhere in the yard, but was not to go outside the fence without a person. Yes, Daddy, I answered in my head as I sniffed around. I went potty in various spots to mark my territory so other dogs would know this had already been claimed.
The lawn went all the way around the house. There was a back gate on the fence as well that opened to Puget Sound. I heard some birds. I looked up in the sky. Were there ducks here, too?
"You like birds, don't you, Jake?" Daddy asked. "Those are seagulls," he explained as he pointed to the white birds with the black wingtips. Seagulls, I said the word in my head. And then I barked and pranced around, wanting out of the yard to go lay chase to the seagulls.
Daddy said, "I can see we're going to have to keep you on your leash when we go to the beach, buddy." I licked his hand in agreement.
We then went inside the house and I explored inside, too – upstairs and downstairs. Daddy placed my bed at the foot of his and put the rest of the items in cupboards. Then he cooked dinner for himself and gave me my dinner. It was much better than the tasteless kibble at the pound.
After dinner, Daddy brought out the dog treats. He definitely had my attention! He wanted to teach me some tricks. Tricks for treats; is that the way of it? Okay, I can deal with that. Before we went to bed, I could sit up and shake hands. We were still working on rolling over, but watching Daddy trying to teach me how to do it was making me barky laugh.
Daddy tried to get me to sleep on my own bed, and honestly, I did for a few scant minutes. But soon, I jumped up on the bed to sleep next to him. I wanted to be near someone else's warmth and feel his strong heart. He tried to discourage me, but eventually let me stay. Sleeping next to Daddy felt good and right. This is where I belong.