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Beneath his father's car, Steve was awakened by a voice that sounded strange. He looked up and was surprised to find a salt and pepper Miniature Schnauzer lying on it belly in front of him.
"Are you deaf, I asked you what you are doing here?" The Schnauzer's mouth opened closed as if it was barking, but what Steve heard were the words.
"Are you talking to me?" Steve asked incredibly. He had felt his own mouth open, and the air leave his throat, and his tongue vibrate with sound, but there was no bark or whine, just words.
"Who else would I be talking to, a cat?" the dog said rather sarcastically. The salty colored brows were drawn down as if the dog was getting angry.
"I guess you wouldn't be. Talking to a cat that is." Steve said.
"Of course I wouldn't. Now, are you going to answer my question or do I have to get rough."
Steve stared down at what he knew to be a male Schnauzer. The dog was smaller than Steve, but Steve knew Schnauzers were very brave and tough dogs for their size.
"No need to get rough, I'm just resting here." Steve said.
"Well, as if you didn't know, you're in my territory. I don't see no collar, so you aren't waiting for your human. Which means you don't have a good reason for coming into my territory." The Schnauzer growled.
"Uhm actually I am waiting for my human. This is his car." Steve answered trying to avoid a fight.
The Schnauzer glared at Steve, "Where's your collar, then?"
"I got lost, but I found my way back." Steve answered.
"Fine then, pet. You got my permission to wait, but don't you be going any further into my territory. The bitches here all belong to me. Got it!"
"Yeah, uh no problem." Steve answered quickly. If the Schnauzer had been human, Steve would have been suspicious that the dog was a pimp.
The Schnauzer, satisfied, stood and walked away from Mark's car. Steve watched him leave the parking lot, then laid his head back on his paws.
His head was spinning. He had just had a conversation with a dog, and he himself was a dog. And as he contemplated those thoughts, it occurred to him that his Dad would not recognize him. Steve suddenly felt a wave of panic rush over him, and came out from underneath the car just in time to see Mark Sloan exit the hospital and head in the direction of his car.
Beneath his father's car, Steve was awakened by a voice that sounded strange. He looked up and was surprised to find a salt and pepper Miniature Schnauzer lying on it belly in front of him.
"Are you deaf, I asked you what you are doing here?" The Schnauzer's mouth opened closed as if it was barking, but what Steve heard were the words.
"Are you talking to me?" Steve asked incredibly. He had felt his own mouth open, and the air leave his throat, and his tongue vibrate with sound, but there was no bark or whine, just words.
"Who else would I be talking to, a cat?" the dog said rather sarcastically. The salty colored brows were drawn down as if the dog was getting angry.
"I guess you wouldn't be. Talking to a cat that is." Steve said.
"Of course I wouldn't. Now, are you going to answer my question or do I have to get rough."
Steve stared down at what he knew to be a male Schnauzer. The dog was smaller than Steve, but Steve knew Schnauzers were very brave and tough dogs for their size.
"No need to get rough, I'm just resting here." Steve said.
"Well, as if you didn't know, you're in my territory. I don't see no collar, so you aren't waiting for your human. Which means you don't have a good reason for coming into my territory." The Schnauzer growled.
"Uhm actually I am waiting for my human. This is his car." Steve answered trying to avoid a fight.
The Schnauzer glared at Steve, "Where's your collar, then?"
"I got lost, but I found my way back." Steve answered.
"Fine then, pet. You got my permission to wait, but don't you be going any further into my territory. The bitches here all belong to me. Got it!"
"Yeah, uh no problem." Steve answered quickly. If the Schnauzer had been human, Steve would have been suspicious that the dog was a pimp.
The Schnauzer, satisfied, stood and walked away from Mark's car. Steve watched him leave the parking lot, then laid his head back on his paws.
His head was spinning. He had just had a conversation with a dog, and he himself was a dog. And as he contemplated those thoughts, it occurred to him that his Dad would not recognize him. Steve suddenly felt a wave of panic rush over him, and came out from underneath the car just in time to see Mark Sloan exit the hospital and head in the direction of his car.