'Dewey, no. Stop licking there''
'Dewey, no. Don't eat the insects'
'Dewey, no. Stop taking your collar off '
'¡Dewey, nnooo! ¡Don't eat Cid!'
'Dewey, no. Stop breaking the laws of gravity as we know them!'
God, Dolan is really unbearable!
I never imagined that being a dog could be so un-liberating. Seriously, Dolan doesn't let me do absolutely anything that I used to do in the past for fun when I was a human being.
uh-well, except for the part about licking myself and chasing squirrels, I didn't do anything like that when I was human, I just thought it would be fun to start doing it now that I'm a dog.
But it seems that my brothers do not see anything normal (or ethical) that I try to eat a live squirrel that I chased and caught like the apex predator that I am.
Sometimes, I wonder very seriously if the weirdo here is me, for trying to act like a conventional dog, or are my brothers and sisters for trying to act like tiny, furry humans on all fours who like to pee in public.
In summary.
I act like a dog, and I look weird.
I act like a human, and I still look weird.
I guess there are things that are meant to never look normal no matter what.
"Dewey, no. stop-- uh? ", Dylan paused, seeing that, indeed, I, the legendary, the amazing, the magnificent, handsome, Adonis Son Dewey Dalmatian Hanma Hashirama Wick Lee Norris, was just lying in total silence on top of my glorious back on the ground, contemplating the many strange secrets of the multiverse.
"... Ba", hello to you too, my first glorious doggy enemy.
"Brrp", I hope you are happy to know that you have managed to make this day the most boring of my life.
"...", Dolan remained seated, watching me with what I assume for now is suspicion, completely surprised that I am not moving at all or playing with our other brothers and sisters back in the yard.
I hope he doesn't start to go crazy again just because sometimes I like to stop for a few moments and calmly think about my mental state.
To all this, I still have not the slightest idea why Da Vinci, Dolly and Dolan went crazy for that yesterday, I mean, I am very sure that one of our many brothers also likes to meditate just like me .
Suddenly I rolled my eyes, noticing that Dolan's right paw was sticking out of my snout ... just to see if I was still breathing, the fool of me who sometimes doesn't know how to breathe, I supposed.
I had to contain my urge to bite him, he had the best of intentions, I reminded myself, but it was still very annoying to have to sniff his dirty paw. He started doing this whenever he will find me sleeping very peacefully in any random place where I decides to deposit my tired Greek God body.
God, now that I remember, he had even tried to close my eyes like I was dead or something.
"Are you okay Dewey?", Dolan asked concerned as he leaned in to see me better.
"Brrp", yes, I am perfect, in fact, I only have this annoying and peculiar dog who also happens to be my older brother who keeps nagging me wherever I go whenever I plan to do something fun.
"Wow baka wou!"
And that was Dolly going behind Dolan riding her Skateboard filled with what I really hope is just mud.
"¡Dolly!", Dolan yelled annoyed, as he had just cleaned our home like a maid not long ago. "¡I just cleaned!"
Soon Dolan went after his girlfre - I mean, Dolly, our sister - to try to stop her from continuing to litter our home.
I stayed in my place, thinking what to do.
I could go to Da Vinci and try to paint something cheerful, but she's taking her nap right now, making that a no.
I could go with Dorothy and Delgado, to see what they are doing and see if Delgado is playing a fun game.
But I don't really feel like doing that either, what can I do, what can I do?
Suddenly my ears perked up at the singular sound of an electronic piano.
Hmm, you know what, I could try something new, maybe try socializing with one of my other siblings.
Yhea, I'm going to go see my dog bro DJ, and see what he's doing with his life.
I quickly found him following the music produced by his electrónic piano on the second floor of our home, climbing the stairs was a nuisance as always given how very short I am at the moment.
I hope it is worth my laborious journey in search of entertainment that does not cause a possible stroke to Dolan's very fragile mind.
We will need that big dog brain to its fullest capacity in this home if we are to survive the winter.
Then I went to the room (don't ask me how I opened the door, because I don't know) where DJ was with his eyes closed playing his electronic keyboard calmly.
Still baffles me a bit to see DJ's front paws transform into strange miniature four-fingered hands as he plays his strange little musical instrument.
Whenever I try to do what he does with his paws, it hurts a lot, I don't know how he can touch that thing all the time without cramping.
I just sat in front of him and waited for him to finish playing his music, DJ was clearly in some kind of self-induced trance if he could play his musical instrument without opening his eyes.
He seemed to really enjoy his hobby.
Until he opened his eyes and looked puzzled.
"Why is a hole in the do- oh, Dewey, what are you doing here?" He asked me as he twisted his neck from left to right, probably looking for our sister Da Vinci.
From what I know, DJ and Da Vinci seem to have a very good sibling relationship just like Dylan and Dolly, or Bucky and Captain America without the constant homo-loving tension between them.
I just shrug my shoulders in response, "Ba", I'm bored bro, I come here to entertain me.
"...", DJ just blinked in my direction keeping silence, then his tail started to shake and he smiled, "do you want to hear me play something Dewey?"
"Ba" sure, you don't play bad at all brother. If I had a Banjo and extra fingers I would very gladly join you.
"... I'm going to take that as a yes"
"Ba", Good, because that's very exactly what it was.
Then DJ started playing, my attention being entirely on how his paws moved in perfect sync on every key of his piano.
Woah, it was so bizarre, DJ's front paws changed from paws to strange four-fingered hands in one very quick swipe, I can only imagine how much better it would sound if DJ had more fingers.
Wait ... Hmm, I have an idea.
fast I took place next to DJ, who stopped playing and looked at me puzzled at the moment when I decided to sit next to him.
"What are you doing Dewey?"
"Bba ba, brrp," I exclaimed as I played a few random keys of the musical instrument in front of us, and then shot an excited look at DJ.
I really hope you get the message of what I am trying to tell you.
"You want ... learn how to play? ", DJ tilted his head and wondered.
I shook my head and then made a sign to him in the direction of his piano to encourage him to continue playing.
"Do you want to ... play with me"
Good, you got me. Now comes the hard part ... learn to play the piano between two with only 16 fingers.
¡We can both learn!
"Aba bba", I exclaimed excitedly as I felt how my tail began to shake from behind me, I will be your extra fingers brother!
"Okay, that sounds like fun," he shrugged and proceeded to place me in the middle of him.
"I hope you can keep up with me Dewey, I heard from Da Vinci that you are very good at art. Let's see how you do with music."
Oh, brother, if I only had a little banjo I would show you how good can I be with a musical instrument that also works as an exception blunt weapon in the right hands or paws.
But for now, this world is about to meet Dewey, the Beethoven 2.0 puppy.
¡then we star playing!
¡And it sound horrible!
But it was fun, making us carry on anyway, I only stopped when out of the corner of my eye I caught Dolan and Dolly peeking curiously through the strange hole in the door, both exclaiming in perfect sync an 'Aww ~'
They ... They've been doing that lately, and I still don't know what it means ... B-but it scares me as they have no idea.
(To be continue)
