A Four-legged Friendship [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

"Elsa. Elsa. Don't. I said, sit!" I yell at the four-legged wonder in front of me. She's blissfully playing with my scrunchy, not bothered about what I'm trying to teach her. We are out in the garden, and I'm trying to teach her some basic doggy manners. That's when I realise how difficult it must have been for my parents to teach me manners, I was- scratch that, still am- a brat.

"You know, you may be the cutest girl ever, but you sure suck at school", I tell Elsa, adoration pouring from my eyes. No matter how hard I try to be mad at her, I end up apologising to her for scolding her.

Elsa is as usual oblivious to all my efforts. She is busy chewing on my scrunchy, until I yank it away from her, and she looks at me with puppy-eyes (like literally), and I end up feeling extremely guilty.

I avert my eyes. "Don't look at me like that", I mutter under my breath. She tilts her head and a soft whine erupts from her throat. I groan. It's almost as if she knows her famous head-tilt is my weakness, and that I'd give in to her wishes instantly due to that. I look away from her, and try to figure out how to make her obey me and learn to sit when I tell her to.

Damn it, when Sid did that, he made it look like a piece of cake.

I hold a small piece of biscuit out to her, and she looks at me with hungry eyes and immediately tries to take it from my hand. I pull my hand away just in time.

"Okay missy, you'll get this nice, delicious, absolutely tasty, scrumptious biscuit from me, only if you sit down", I instruct her. Yeah, right. As if she understands and cares about what I'm blabbering.

"Now, sit. Sit. C'mon, will you just please sit the hell down?" I try to plead with her, but end up screaming a bit. "Remember how I taught you to sit down on your tiny little butt, Elsa?"

And then I do the most stupid thing possible. I demonstrate to her the perfect way to sit down.

"This is how you sit", I inform her, as if I'm giving her essential knowledge about what to do when you go deep sea diving. I fold my knees, and rest on my heels, and I place my hands in front of me, on the grass, my fists clenched, and use my arms as an extra means of support. I swear I look like a gorilla.

"And up", I say, standing up on my feet.

"Sit", I say, resuming my earlier sitting position.

"And up again", I say, happily, getting up.

Elsa eyes me wearily. I think she's seriously judging my ability to behave like a normal human being. And not one who has just been released from a mental health care- the kinds which exist in those stupid, terrible comic timing movies.

I sigh. "Okay Elsa, your turn."

She looks at me, and sticks her tongue out, panting.

"Sit."

Nothing. She just looks at me.

"Sit."

Stares at me again.

"SIT."

She stretches her front legs and yawns.

"SIT."

She lies down on the grass, crosses her front paws and rests her head in between them.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, now at the end of my patience.

"For God's sake Elsa, it is so simple! You rest your white little heinie on the ground, and support yourself using your front legs, and give me that goofy wide-eyed wicked smile!"