The Dog (Part Two) and The Wife
Here's parts three and four of my four part drabble series. As always, I don't own Christie or Hank. Please read and review.
The Dog (Part Two)
She stared at it. Him. Hank. Who knew that a thing with four legs could replace her so quickly? Well, with Jim, you never knew. Taking a sip of her tea, she shifted in her chair, getting comfortable as she continued to watch the dog. It--Hank--had been here for a few weeks now, and Christie couldn't help but dispise it.
She laughed at herself, she was jealous. Of a damn dog. Tilting her head to the side, she watched it, realizing that Hank was out here, while Jim was in the bedroom still. A small smile crept upon her lips, maybe her and Hank would work it out later. Patting the German shepard on the head, she walked back to the bedroom.
Maybe they could work it out.
The Wife
She stared at me. The wife. Christie. She hates me, I can tell. Not sure why but she does. Shifting my paws to lay down, I looked to her as she sipped her drink. I've been here for a few weeks and she .. just hates me. Sighing, I lowered my eyes, racking my brain for why she hated me so. Maybe because Jim and I got on so well?
Raising my head when she stood and made her way to the bedroom, I sighed, maybe they could work it out later. It felt like the humans needed some time to themselves.