Nathan woke up from the constant tongue of the little one on his face. His eyes slowly opened, until he was fully awake he laughed and pushed the puppy back a little. The dog just wagged his tail and gave one last lick.
"Today is the big day," Nathan thought to himself as he pulled the covers off him. He rose from the bed and made his way down the hall to brush his teeth, wash his face and hands and use the bathroom – his regular schedule (of course).
When he got up he saw his parents (as always) watching TV, he walked past them and into the bathroom. When he was done, the dog was out in the living room, walking slowly towards their cat, Felix, as Felix growled and rose a paw in preparation for battle.
Nathan smiled and took a seat beside his mother who was paying attention to the puppy. "Good morning, Mom and Dad," Nathan said.
"Good morning," they both answered eyes still on the dog.
"Today we take the little one in, have you forgotten, Mother?" Nathan asked looking over at his smiling mother. She turned her eyes over at him and nodded. "No, I haven't forgotten, Nathan," she answered, then turning her attention back at the little puppy.
"When do we go?" Nathan asked.
"Right after you're done breakfast," his father butted in, "the North American starts at 12:15 sharp. You must be quick, no fooling around, do what you have to do, come back here and get lunch then zoom right up there."
Nathan rolled his eyes; his father cared too much about this stupid race. This was a living thing his father was comparing it to, like he cared more about money or any kind of reward offered at the race than a homeless puppy.
"Understand?" Andy asked, looking over at his son.
"Yes, Dad," Nathan said with a sigh.
"Okay, now go get breakfast." With that last command Nathan was off into the kitchen. Minutes later he came back with toast and gobbled it up.
"I'm ready now, Mom," Nathan said when he just finished his toast.
"Go, Geraldine," his father gushed.
"Hold on," Geraldine hissed. Giving her husband a mean look.
"Dad's right, Mom." Nathan said, just caring about seeing what breed his new puppy was.
"Okay, okay," she said walking quickly to the door. She slipped on her shoes then jacket and they were off.
"Remember," Nathan's mom said on the way there in the car, "if this breed is too big, there is no keeping him."
Nathan sighed, "Yes, Mother." Nathan knew this dog was going to be big, he could just tell, and so could his mother and she hated the fact that they would have to give it up.
Once they got inside the vet's office a medium sized man raced out, smiling, he knew these people well. He took one look at the dog and was all 'awes'. Nathan looked at the man and was starting to get tired off him just smothering the dog; he wanted him to get it over with 1. Because he just wanted to, and 2. Because he had the race that his father was so eager to get him to.
"We want to see what breed he is," Geraldine said smiling and also getting impatient.
The doctor looked up and smiled, "Oh, oh, oh, I already know. Being around animals everyday and, having some in cages here because they have no family, you get to know the breeds, and I for one know this breed."
"Well what is it?" Nathan asked, arching a brow and raising his hands.
The vet pointed down at the little dog, "This is a Great Dane," he said smiling and started his smothering business again.
Nathan looked at his mom who looked at him. She bit her lower lip then looked at the vet. "We need some shots done."
"Okey dokey," said the vet, grabbing the dog and taking him in back.
After about a good half-hour, the vet was out with the little dog. "Shots all done," he answered, handing over the dog. "That'll be 100 dollars."
Geraldine smiled and reached for her wallet. She grabbed out two 50-dollar bills and handed them over. When they got in the car, Nathan was facing the window; knowing Great Dane's are huge dogs.
"Honey," his mother started, "I'm keeping the dog."
Nathan turned around, "But he is a big dog. What'll you tell Dad?" he asked. Really not caring, only caring that he was gonna have a dog.
"I'll tell him it's not a huge breed, is big, but not too big to have in the house, so therefore, I am keeping him," she said with a smile, every once and a while taking her eyes off the road to look at Nathan.
Nathan smiled a smile that lit up the whole car. Nathan was a very good-looking boy and had lots of girls that liked him, but his attitude was like he was an average looking boy. He didn't have lots of muscles, but he would someday. "Thank you, Mom," he said lightly.
"You welcome," she answered patting Nathan's head then going down to the dog's head.
"Gran Lobo." Nathan said out of nowhere.
"What?" his mother asked, smiling at what he blurted out.
"Gran Lobo," he repeated, "It means Great Wolf, I learned it in school."
"So that's the name?" she asked taking her eyes off the road for one quick second.
"That's the name," he repeated her, looking down at his little puppy. In Nathan's mind, he saw him being a great dog, very famous. Gran Lobo looked up at him and gave him a light lick, still a little drowsy from the drugs; he set down his head on Nathan's lap.
Lame Time with Lame and Lamer
Candy- Kisses: Well, Guys, that was the chapter.
Mary: That chapter rocked.
Candy: You think so?
Mary: Yeah.
Candy: I disagree.
Mary: You better not.
Candy: Well I do.
Mary: (Folds arms.)
Candy: Hi, People. To me this part right here between Mary and I are the boring parts, well at leas I think.
Mary: You calling me boring?
Candy: Yes, Mary. You're boring.
Mary: Punk.
Candy: What you say?
Mary: Punk.
Candy: b(bleep)
Mary: (Mouth drops open.) You son of a b(bleep.)
Candy: Mother F(bleeping) B(bleep.)
Mary: Stop you F(bleeping) swearing. You get my F(beelpin') point?
Candy: Haha I love it on "Get Tipsy" the song. In the beginning he is like, 'drinking is very bad, but I got a fake ID though.' Sorry that was totally off subject. We're not bring very funny, these are sad attempts at humor.
Mary: Maybe that's why they call it Lame time with Lame and lamer.
Candy: You're Lamer.
Mary: You wish.
Candy: Well guys, thats enough, I don't want to get so lame you die or something. EWW! Stop sucking my toes!
Mary: You are my Queen.
Candy: EWWW! (Runs around room banging into walls) BYE!!!