Chapter Three: A New Life
As it turned out, having a dog wasn't as easy as I had assumed it would be. I've been around dogs before, lived with them for a couple of weeks. But never owned one. The other dogs I've been around were older, go with the flow dogs. They've been around for awhile, and didn't need a lot except food, water, and someone to let them in and out. But this dog was different.
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She was young and energetic. There was nothing wrong with that. But I didn't realise how hard it would be for me to keep up with her. Not physically, but mentally. I couldn't seem to remember to do certain things, like things as simple as filling the water bowl after school. But I picked up a trait that was simple to me, but not so to other people.
I could read her body language. It was as simple as that. I couldn't read her mind and she couldn't talk like a person, or something strange that would turn heads
But I knew when she looked at me, unmoving, she wanted to go outside, and when she put her head in my lap she either wanted the food I was eating or wanted to get on the couch, and when she brung her rope bone over, she wanted to play tug of war. Simple things like that.
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"Come on Gabby!" I call. She looks over at me quizzically.
"Come on Sweetie!" She gallops over, almost knocking me down in the process. "Aww, who's a good girl! Who's a good girl!" She's licking my face like it's covered in peanut butter.
"Come on Gabs. We've got work to do." I say. "Sit. Roll over. Lie down. Stay. Come."
