Chapter 4
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Exhausted I pulled up to my house. A four bedroom, three bathroom cozy residence in the middle of a comfortable neighborhood.
When you got inside the wooden floors were shining from just being cleaned. The two modern white sofas with matching pillows sat perfectly across from each other in the living room. The glass coffee table stood on handcrafted wooden stilts between them. If you kept going past the living room you went into the dining room and after that the kitchen. If you went the opposite way you climbed the stairs against the wall to the second floor were all the rooms.
Before I even stepped in a door Brody jumped on me, almost making me fall backwards. He put his paws on my shoulders and started licking my face.
"Okay Brody I'm glad to see you too. Brody down," I commanded him with a stern voice but smiled as he obeyed.
Brody was a five year-old Great Dane I'd gotten when I turned thirteen. My parents meant for him to be a companion and a guard dog. Brody was just that too, very protective and always by my side ready to do whatever I told him. He was white with large, black spots that were all over his body-which was massive and muscular. Brody was pretty intimidating weighing at 180 pounds and standing on his hind legs he was almost taller than me.
I bent down and scratched behind his ear. "Have you been waiting for me all day Brody? Such a good dog," I crooned.
No one was home today. Her parents wouldn't be back for a few more days. Which meant she could take her mom's car to pick up the girls. Then first thing in the morning she would take her poor abused blue car into the shop to see what they could do to fix it.
"Let's go for a walk," I announced grabbing the leash from where it hanged on the coat rack.
I hooked Brody, who was jumping around in excitement, onto his leash for our daily after school walk. At that moment I envied him for having all that excitement that I had at the beginning of this week. Of course that was gone now.
"Well Brody, I'm glad one of us is happy," I said to him.
He just cocked his head to the left and looked at me; probably wondering why I wasn't opening the door for us to leave.
Boy did dogs have it good.
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