Well, I was a bit afraid of trying to write an Ein centered chapter. I'm not very original(as you can tell).. And I can't write cool dog stuff like Agent Orange or any of the other good people. I borrowed behaviors from a few of the many dogs I've met and tried to envision a dogs day! I hope it doesn't suck!
Thanks to MerlynGirlReincarnate-17 for the encouragement and first review! *glomp* Thanks, Gabby! The last chapter was out on time….this one was not. Thanks you guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Cosmic Imbalance
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Scratched
Ein clitter-clattered over the threshold of the bonsai room and down the hall with his marble. He paused briefly at the top of the stairs before hopping down one at a time with his two front paws and one back leg. Ed rolled over to him and he gently let the carefully poised marble roll into her hand. She squealed her approval and patted his head.
Dogs love to be patted.
But Ed was an itchy kid and the itch spread to just behind his ear. Plopping right down by the stairs leading to the bathroom he extended his right hind leg and scratched furiously at his right ear. It just wouldn't go away.
He stopped and exhaled. Ein trotted over to Spike on the couch and whined bumping his head against the long hand that hung there. Ein watched as the head moved away from his direction and Spike groaned.
He whined and nudged the hand again. Just once get this itch for me. The man sighed and reluctantly it seemed, his hand moved over Ein's head. Once across then back, he repeated the motion. Then, finally, the fingers moved to just behind his right ear and scratched. Ein thumped his hind left foot against the floor appreciatively, and Spike smiled. Ein licked Spike's salty thumb in thanks. Spike pulled his hand away and wiped his thumb off on his pants before moving his hand back against Ein's fur.
Ein's ears flicked back and they both froze at the sharp clack of heels on the stairs and pulled away from each other as if the contact burned. Spike closed his eyes and Ein moved to the other end of the couch and lay down.
The canine watched as Faye began to file a nail while reading a magazine in her lap. His ears perked forward at the not entirely unfamiliar or unwelcome sound of soft sizzling. He licked his chops in anticipation. He smelled dinner. Or at least those sounds and smells meant dinner in some form or another for him. He hoped.
Twenty minutes later he was right. Dog food and peppers. Taste great, but give one bad gas.
Well, that's the end of CI! I finished a story and it's not a silly one shot! Rejoice! Now let's see if I can do the same with my epic story. Thanks for reading, PLEASE REVIEW!