A Four-legged Friendship [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20- Epilogue

ELSA'S POV:

"Elsa, wake up", mutters Alia. "It's 7 am already. Time to go running." Alia's fingers brush through my fur.

I lick her hand and eventually her entire face, hoping that she would finally fall asleep and let me sleep too. But she misunderstands me. Every single time. And they say humans are smart.

"Good, you are up", she says, sitting up on her majestic bed, and tying her hair. "Awww look at how big you have grown."

Okay, lady, I understand I'm a little overweight, but you don't have to rub it on my nose.

"You were just a little puppy two years ago, and now here you are- my big baby, sleeping next to me on my bed", she kind of coochie coos me.

Okay so she was talking about my length, not my weight.

Alia continues with her baby talk. Frankly speaking, I find it a little embarrassing, because technically speaking, in dog years, I am fourteen years old. Not two.

I lick her nose to prevent her from talking anymore.

"Where are those biscuits you like?" Alia gets up from the bed and rummages in her cupboard.

Now, she's talking. I immediately jump down from the bed and sit next to her, wagging my tail. Thoughtful of her to remember to give me a treat every single morning.

"Awww who's the smart little puppy? Did you understand that I'm going to give you a biscuit? Yes you did! Yes you did!"

I lick her entire hand, waiting impatiently for the delicious smelling treat. She throws it into the air, and I catch it unmistakeably and accurately.

She pats my head and runs into the shower to get dressed. She doesn't know I know this, but I know she thinks I have all the qualities to become a show dog. Honestly, I don't want to be one. Too much politics.

"Elsa, I'll be out in just a minute, okay? Why don't you be a good girl and go get your belt?" Alia calls out from the bathroom. Since my hearing ability is excellent I can hear her mutter, "What am I saying? As if she can understand me."

She insults my intelligence every time she says that. But I don't care. I love her anyway. I run downstairs to get my belt from above the shoe stand.

I notice dad sitting on the couch, with a cup of tea in one hand and a newspaper in the other. He peers at me through his glasses and smiles at me good naturedly. "Up already, Elsa? Where's Alia?"

I put the belt in my mouth and run towards dad. He scratches my back. God, that feels so good. I think a few ticks fell off, although I'm damn sure I don't have any, I just checked last night. Alia thought I was going crazy by biting myself. A few hair did fall off though. I knew I should have tried the new shampoo, which Tasha, my friend from the garden that Alia takes me to, every Sunday, uses. The bottle said the contents include vanilla and lavender, and boy do they smell fantastic.

Speaking of smelling fantastic- what do I smell? Oh yes, tea! In dad's hand. It's like an automatic instinct. My nose carries me forward towards dad's tea and I smell it to my heart's content. I'm careful not to lick it though. I know he doesn't like that for some reason.

Dad looks at me sternly,"No Elsa, this isn't for you." He keeps the cup of tea at a safe distance from me. Hey, can't blame a dog for trying!

Mom enters the living room with another newspaper in her hand. God these humans and their crazy reading habits. The closest I've ever come to reading anything is the pattern of poop. It's not just a pattern, it's like an ID. It gives me information about a particular fellow dog.