"Hey do you guys want to go to that baseball game?" Brent asked us as we walked to the doggie shelter.
"Nah, I don't do sports." Pix said bluntly.
"I agree, plus it's boring." I say.
"Aw please! I want to watch them run around with their cute little butts stuffed in tight pants." He said.
I sighed loudly and ignored his last comment.
"Man, I already don't like this job. Like think about it, all we are going to do is pick up some doggie shit." Pix complained. We walked through the doors and went to where all the animals were. "Ugh, there's gonna be fur everywhere and I swear if I get bitten I'll- OH MAH GAWD! LOOK AT THE TINY LITTLE CORGI!" She squealed sprinting towards one of the cages.
"Awww, look at your stubby legs! And your stomach is almost touching the floor! Awww, you are just the cutest thing ever!" She purred out petting the dog through the cage," I wanna care for this guy!"
"Fine with me." Brent calls out looking at the other dogs. We all had to divide all the dogs evenly amoung us three. I chose 2 husky twins, 2 wiener dogs, and a tiny chihuahua. Pix chose the corgi (of course), a German Shepard, 2 baby golden retrievers, and a Pomeranian. Brent, trying to be all cool and strong, chose 3 pit bulls, 2 Dobermans, and since he wanted to do an extra dog, a huge Dalmatian.
"Ok what do we have to do first?" I ask rubbing my hands together.
"We have to feed them first." Brent answered. We strolled into the kitchen to find bags and bags of dog food everywhere.
"Okay, this won't be too hard." Pix tells us as she picks up a bag of dog food and carrying it over to the counter.
I looked around and finally found some dog bowls in a cabinet. I took out 16 and labeled each of them for the specific dog. Brent went into another cabinet and grabbed multiple vans of wet dog food. We all worked together pouring and mixing dog food until it was all ready. I managed to carry all 5 bowls in my arms. I carefully walked to my section of cages and put the bowls down on the floor.
Carefully, I slid each of them under so they dog could eat it. Well, we finished one thing already. Maybe this won't be too bad. The pay is quite nice too. I could get all the money in no time.
"AHHHHHH"
Oh crap! What happened? Was that Pix? No wait, too high pitched. Brent.
I ran to where his section was and found him sprawled out on the floor with dog food all over him.
"What happened?" I asked incredulously.
"I tripped over a dog toy."
I sighed out loud and watched him wipe some of the dog food off of him.
I felt a presence behind me and turned around. Pix had heard the scream too and came to check on him.
"Well there's only one way to fix this and not waste food. " She said with an evil glint in her eye. She walked over to the cages and opened each and every one of them. The dogs rushed out and started eating the dog food off of Brent.
"Ew, ew, ew, STOP!" He squirmed around," nnoooo not the hair! Anything but the hair!"
The dogs continued to eat the dog food off of him until nothing was left but a tired and slimy Brent.
"Well that was... Um... Interesting." I murmur out.
I went back to go check on my dogs and found them all full and happy. I grabbed the empty bowls and threw them into the sink. I checked the list again and saw that we had to walk each of the dogs.
Hmmmm 16 dogs. Each has to be walked for at least 10 minutes. So that would be 160 minutes which is ...... Um..... At least 1 hour?
"Well you're not wrong." Pic called out. I realized I had been talking out loud and shrugged.
I grabbed two leashes and decided I would walk the huskies first. Bad decision.
"STAAAPHH! No don't poop there! Don't eat that! SLOW DOWN!"
It was a nightmare, the dogs would always go in different directions and I ended up having longer arms. If you know what I mean. They would not listen to me and they would always run ahead of me and drag me along.
Sigh.
This would be a long day.
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Ahaha no, I didn't die. I was just really busy. Thank god I was able to update this chapter. I'm sorry if it's not that great but it's better than nothing right?
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