Waylon curled himself onto Miles' lap as the reporter typed up his latest news scandal. Waylon felt one of Miles' hands stray from the keyboard to his back. He purred contently as the four fingered hand Stroked his chin. "Hey buddy, I'm almost done here." Waylon peered up at the screen as a snippet of film from Miles' camcorder started. Waylon tensed as a low guttural growl emanated from the speakers. "This is the truth of Mount Massive kennels."Miles explained as he stared down at his pet. Waylon's hands grabbed Miles' jacket as a human bulldog hybrid Lurched towards the camera as blood pooled around its mouth dribbling onto the floor of the kennel.
"Prriiigggg!" it barked as it started straight into the camera as if it could sense Waylon watching. Waylon's tail shot strait between his legs as he pushed his small body under his owners arm.
Miles sighed as he rubbed circles onto the smaller males back.
"Waylon,"Miles started, only to be cut off by a sharp knock emanating from the front door. Miles picked Walon up into his arms, depositing him onto his seat as he went to peer through the peephole.
"Hey buddy, would ya do me a kindness and open up?" Miles huffed as he wrenched open the door to reveal Dr. Richard Trager with a large kennel placed beside him.
"Richard." Miles sighed as Trager pulled his luggage into the apartment. Waylon's ears perked up as he gripped the back of the chair to peer over the top.
"Hey Miles ol' buddy long time no see so I came to see you." Richard joked as he placed a soothing hand over the top of the glanced around the house until he spotted Waylon peering over the headrest of Miles' chair. "Eh, never pegged you as a cat person." Trager quipped as he smiled and waved towards Waylon making him sink further into the chair. "Oh, and a shy one at that."
"Yes well, Waylon is special." Trager turned back towards Miles humming in agreement.
"I'll make sure Eddie knows Waylon is not to be messed with." Richard's promise had made Waylon's fur stand on end. As the older male slipped the pin out of the lock on the Kennel, Waylon watched as Trager peered into the opening"Hey buddy,we're home."
Waylon watched as a large clawed hand appeared out of the kennel swiping and narrowly missing Tragers face."You're in a new environment today so I'll let that one slide." Trager hissed as he rammed his dominant hand into the kennel pulling the occupant out by its collar. The dog had nice well groomed hair upon his head that flopped down messely into his eyes as he was thrown down onto the floor. The male dog's tail frizzled up as it turned back towards the doctor and Miles. The dog let out a growl that startled Waylon and made Miles step cautiously away. "Fucking whore!" the dog screamed as he lunged towards them. Trager huffed out amusingly as his pet stilled to a stop right before the blow. Before Waylon could comprehend what had stopped the unruly beast the other pet was on the ground whining and jerking his body at odd angles."Not the best method but the only one he understands."Richard said showing what he held in his hand.
It was a remote to a shock collar.
Waylon had never seen one in person, and he was grateful he hadn't needed one. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" the dog sputtered out as drool seeped into the carpet. Waylon felt an uneasiness fill the air now that the tension was gone.
"Was that really necessary Eddie?" Trager questioned as the so-called Eddie gasped heavily.
The Husky hybrid stayed quiet as it tried to catch his breath.
"Well while you're silently seething about a retort, Miles, why don't we talk about the court case coming up?" Trager turned to address Waylon's owner who nodded in agreement.
Trager smiled, dipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve his cigarettes.
"Hey,hey not in the house!"
Miles whined as he ushered the two outside on the patio.
Waylon whined noisily as the door shut behind the two. The only other sound came from the pitiful drooling mess of a hybrid pet on the floor in the other room. Waylon interest piqued as he leaned over the desk chair.
Waylon was considered a softy by Lisa, The beautiful siamese next door, because of him and his masters relationship. Waylon's hands shook as he climbed down from his position on the chair. He stood by the entrance to the other room as he gripped the side of the doorframe.
The hybrid's chest heaved as his arms covered his face. After a few minutes the other stilled into an almost fetal position. Waylon's ears shook in a flattened position as his tail curled under his legs. He turned towards his pet bed on the floor.