Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I'm grateful to Stephenie Meyer for her dream/vision.
Deep breath, everyone...I'll see you at the end...
Moving day was here! Bella was finally going to be part of my pack everyday! Rabies Lady – I mean Rosalie – let Bella have the day off. Daddy had to work, but hired some movers for the event. I was trying to be everywhere at once – inside, outside, wherever I could be most in the way.
Something caught my attention on top of our fence. It looked like the cat from next door. I'd seen it from our window. I'd never seen it up close before, though. Daddy always said Mrs. Cope was a crazy cat lady.
It yawned lazily and then sashayed along the ridge of the fence before jumping down into my yard. Fatal mistake, stupid cat. This is my yard and now it's game on!
It saw me coming after it and started hissing. Was that supposed to scare me? It darted out of the open gate and I followed, running closely behind. I knew I wasn't supposed to leave the yard without Daddy or Bella, but the cat beckoned!
It ran up and around various neighbors' yards, behind flower pots and underneath porch swings. Whenever it hopped up on a short fence, I barked at it and jumped as high as I could until it took off running again. This cat would not get the best of me.
I was not stopping to investigate new smells. My prime motivation was getting the cat that dared get in my yard. The nerve!
Our chase finally led to this house at the end of our street which looked as if no one lived there at the moment – a perfect place to end this. Where was that stupid cat? Oh, it's over there by a hole in the fence.
I bound over to the hole, which the cat goes through easily. As soon as I'm wiggling through, my skin catches on something and I yelp loudly. Ouch! That hurts really badly. I continue yelping as the pain won't go away. I get out of the fence and forget immediately about the stupid cat. What is this red, sticky stuff running down my leg?
"Jake!" I hear Bella call my name. I whine and yelp again because I'm hurt and I don't know what to do about it.
I see Bella. She's running over to me. I can't move my back leg very well. It hurts when I do. Oh no, Bella, please don't cry! It makes my doggie heart sad.
Bella dials someone on her cell phone and puts them on speaker. Daddy! Bella tells him I'm hurt through her tears. He gives her directions to Auntie Alice's office. Maybe I won't mind going there today.
I didn't think Bella was very strong, but she manages to pick me up and carry me to her old truck, all without hurting my leg any more than it already is. She leaves the movers with Mrs. Cope and we go to Auntie Alice's work. I may be glad for doggie acid today.
Author's Note: It will be okay, I promise. ((Gives everyone hugs and pats your hair))