Ours Origin

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You would think getting a dog for your daughters would be nice to try and lighten your relationship with them would be nice. No. This god forsaken dog is a mini devil. Doberman's are supposed to be smart and this one is just plain stupid and hostile. Those little brats need something to pet and poke so they can leave me alone but we may just have to return this dog! It's like a mini bear.
When Kittia approached it, he almost bit her! What kind of dog would bite a twelve year old! Especially my daughter. We brushed Kittia aside as Blair came and tried her luck with the dog but nothing. This fucking dog is a waste of money! All it does it bark and try to bite people.
All the men in the family kept trying to calm it down but nothing worked. Some of us backed away with bitten fingers and hands. Stupid dog! Why'd it have to be so violent. The only one of my kids that haven't tried their luck with was Serah. Rotten kid, she didn't care about what was going on. Should have locked her in her room but now she's just standing in the corner with her arms crossed. Maybe I should let the dog bite her and call it an accident. That's actually pretty smart, and I can sue the people I bought the dog from for money! I'm a genius!
"Serah, come here now!" The brat narrowed her eyes toward me and walked over. She kept a blank face and just looked up at me. Kid never respected me.
"Go try the dog will ya?" She looked over one the direction everyone was huddling around and started to walk over. Yes! My plan is working, letting her go threw pain is fine when you'll get paid more than what the dog costs in the end!
I quickly shuffled to the front to watch the whole show. A couple of the men tried to warn Serah but I quickly brushed them off. The dog was backed against a corner growling, ready to pounce on its next victim. Serah stood a couple feet in front of it and tilted her head sideways toward him. She looked down and sat criss cross on the floor in front of him. Any second now... She slid herself forward until she was only about 2 feet in front of him. She laid her head in her hands and looked at him. The dog wouldn't stop growling. She outstretched one hand toward him and I knew the time I've been waiting for was just around the corner. Instead of patting his head she rubbed his side where one of his front feet where. The dog turned his head toward her a bit and stood straight without his legs sprawled out. It slowly stopped to growl as it lowered its head.
What?! My plan! What happened it was almost there! Serah then outstretched both her hands and started petting him as he started to walk toward her and lay on her lap.
"Well that's different." I heard Chaos say. This is so stupid! How did my plan fail! I would have gotten so much money if he bit her but no! The damned dog had to be nice with Serah of all kids! He could have picked Kittia at least but Serah? That disrespectful brat?!
"If you want to keep the dog I'm not paying for it!" I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at Serah. She shrugged and spoke.
"I can take care of him, not like I knew you would." How dare she! Back talk her own mother. I stomped my way over to her and grabbed her shirt to then be stopped by a large dog growling in my face. I quickly let go of her and she slowly looked up at me.
"Don't touch me, or him." Fucking child! Who does she think she is! I stomped my foot and quickly walked away. Rotten child.
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I played with the dog a bit more after my wretched mother left. Eagle soon joined me and sat near me, considering that the dog was growling at everyone that came near.
"So Serah, what you going to name him?" I tilted my head and petted him more. Hm, this was a hard choice.
"I don't know..." Eagle looked over at me and said, "He's kinda scary like a bear, why not that?"
Huh, Bear... Seems to fit him doesn't it.
"I'll name him Ours," I paused and looked at my uncle, "French for Bear." I smiled and continued playing with 'Ours'.
"Well aren't you fancy little lady." I laughed at his comment as he got up and patted my head. Ours, I like it.

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