Chapter 9, whoopidy freakin doo... yeah, I got lazy with this fic. But what can I do if school not only eats up the majority of my schedule, and also drains me of all creativity! … yeah, the snarky opening is becoming a one trick pony I think. Oh, and special super awesome frinshipy shout out to Obiwan1527! Yes, that review I mentioned a while ago was yours. You will have a special place in the new world order when I reveal that this fic is actually subliminal propaganda to turn you all into Communist-Soviet-Masochist-Furry-Nazi sympathizers that worship me as a god. But don't tell anyone... ish a secret :3
Charlies abrupt, and somewhat underwhelming, grand entrance, was met with great joy. The old Shepard was once again the center of attention for his beloved friends, Anne Marie and Itchy. During those first minutes, as Itchy ran to tackle Charlie in an emotional embrace and Anne's heart monitor went from a sort of calm metronome of white noise to something resembling a techno snare drum. They were themselves. The long gone trio of lost souls who found solace in each others imperfections. For that brief time, there was no fire. No overwhelming sense of loss or sadness. Only fond memories that were so unwillingly buried by the sands of time, exhumed and given new life.
"Hey squeaker!" Charlie yelled in that special way that was so unique to him as he nuzzled Anne's shaky hands, his front paws propped up on the hospital bed.
"Oh Charlie your back!" Anne's voice was weak. Frail. It was the one thing that could have made Charlie sad. And it did. Although he was not about to let her know that.
"Coarse I'm back kid! I told ya, didn't I? Goodbyes aren't forever."
But unfortunately I must say goodbye for now :P you see, this ahem, "chapter" was mainly to prove I'm still doing the fic. And I believe you can all look forward to perhaps several chapters when spring break gets here. When I will have plenty of time to write and hone my skillzes and graemerses correcteynous as a writer. Until then, I want to know, how the hell many people actually read my little intro outro things. So, if you do read them, please leave me a review telling me so! You dont even need an account... you lazy bastards... so yeah, tell me if you read them, and if they suck donkey balls or not. Pwease? … if I get some reviews I might be motivated to write another chapter! … no... probably not...
aha! Reverse psychology!... now I will get hundreds of reviews!...