Soooo I don't mean to brag but I think I'm doing pretty good at updating so far! Usually it takes me much longer so I am very proud and as always I love when you guys review and add your takes to what is going on. Most of them are… interesting but very funny and some I seriously take into consideration. But some of you guys minds are so far out there it confuses me on the story that I'm writing! I'm so serious you wouldn't believe how many times I have actually gone back to read my own story to try and figure out what the hell you guys are talking about! But seriously I love it and I love you guys so much you stick with me even when I haven't updated in like forever so thank you. Alright now enough with the mushy let's get to the Chapter!
(Don't push me I am thoroughly pissed right now!)
"No! Sit! Down! Goddamn! You little fuck! Sit stay still! I am not pulling over again, don't give me that look you know what you did-hell I can still smell it!" For those of you that think I'm talking to Max… no close and very amusing but no I'm talking to a small little black Scottish dog. After I left Max's place I went to the animal shelter to find a small dog for the girls. They have been begging for one since forever. Well actually Ella started it and once Angel learned to speak she hopped on the band wagon.
So I figured what better way to start my three part apology than to get them what they have been begging and putting pictures up everywhere of. A dog. I picked this one because well for starters it's black and if I have to look at for the rest of my life I'd appreciate if it were my favorite color and didn't make me want to throw up every time I saw it. Next because it was small. I'll be damned if those two tiny petite things get dragged down the street by a big ass dog three time their size! Next it's a boy. I heard boy dogs are nicer to girls and female dogs are nicer to boys I don't know why but that is what I heard! As long as he isn't humping them or me for that matter I'm content. And lastly because he was cheap. Apparently he was found in an abandoned laboratory. What was he doing in there? I don't know. Is he safe to give to children? I don't know. Should I be concerned? Probably but who can walk away from a dog that only cost 30 bucks?!
So here he is in the back of my car shitting and peeing all over my costume leather interior. I'll be having the girls clean that up later. I was very hesitant to get a dog for them mostly because I have images of me taking care of the damn thing instead of them. I can barely take care of too human girls! Adding on a dog?! He'll be dead in a week. Ella gets bored with things very easily (teenagers) that's why it's laughable that she thinks she has a boyfriend. Ella will mess around with something for about 3 days and then later on I'll find (more than likely almost break my goddamn neck on it) on the floor somewhere in our apartment. For Christmas and her birthday Iggy and I just give her money so she can do with what she pleases. That girl couldn't keep a fish alive! I'm serious we've flushed about 8 of them.
Angel is a little different; the smallest thing you give her she holds on to like it's her life line. She still has most of her baby stuff! It's folded and packed nicely in a box somewhere in her closet. Angel is a mini hoarder she basically keeps everything and if I didn't force her to throw some things away her room would be packed! Although I do admit she is every clean and organized like me but still! I would rely more on Angel to take care of the dog then Ella which is extremely sad considering Ella is much older. This whole thing better not blow up in my face, I already know Iggy will be pissed about the new addition to the family but he'll be happy that the girls are. And I already know how I'm going to make it up to him.
I pulled up to the apartment and turned off my car sadly rolling up all the windows that helped with that horrid dog poop smell. I turned to look at the disgusting little animal, "Alright when we go in there you are going to be on your best behavior for the girls this is your one and only chance you fuck up you're out got it?"
He barked jumping up with his little legs… I guess I'll take that as a yes. I got out then opened the door for the little flea ball. He jumped out running up to the doors of the apartment building.
"Hey! Dammit," I muttered locking the doors and running after him. I scooped him up in my arms making sure to keep him at a safe distance; I don't want him thinking that I'm his friend that's the girls job.
We made our ascend up the seemingly never ending stairs; my heart was pounding in my ears. What if the girls don't like him? They never specified what kind of dog they wanted. What if I did end up taking care of the damn thing? Would Iggy poise my food because I got a dog without telling him? I need a drink.
The key shook in my hand as I tried to unlock the door, my nerves getting the best of me. Finally I got it open and slowly walked in. Nothing was different. Like literally, Iggy was in the kitchen only this time making dinner, the girls were in comfy at home wear watching ICarly everything was seriously basically the same way I left it.
"I'm home and um… I brought a friend?" It ended up like a question because I had no idea how to announce the new addition to the family.
"If its Max tell her I do not have enough food to feed her and everyone else!" Iggy called continuing to stir a pot.
Ella and Angel looked over at me at the same time and gasped before rocketing off the couch and screaming and gushing about the dog.
"Ok, ok let me get in the door first, here take him." The small beast was suddenly ripped from my hands as I closed and locked the door behind me.
"Wait a minute who the hell is ove-" Iggy paused in the doorway of the kitchen staring at the small bundle of fur enjoying having his tummy and head scratched by Ella and Angel.
"Fang… what is that?" I held my breath for a moment matching Iggy's cold and penetrating stare.
"Come on Ig… let's talk," I muttered walking over to the kitchen and brushing past him.
Now let's see if I can tame this beast… the struggle.