The last chapter was a special and had a time skip. This is back to normal time.
I looked at the old dog, who was nagging again about how unnaturally small of a "Pup" I was. Apparently, this old dog wasn't used to new species or their children's proper names. I watched the human walk in with a small tree sliced in half and hollowed. Curly opened the lid and put the wood underneath the wooden slab. I looked at the wood circle and snuggled in between the slab and the corner. I closed my eyes happily. The human went out of the room, and I heard a door opening. I listened to the padding of paws. The old dog walked into the room and jumped on the soft rock. "Hello, pup. You've gotten bigger." I said nothing, walking to my pond and let the water cover myself into warmth, making me sigh in contempt. "So, tell me, how do you like living with humans?" I looked at the old dog. She looked at me with her startling different eyes. I looked back, not breaking eye contact. "I guess I do. The mealworms are good and the human is nice.." I sighed. "But in truth, I miss Sparky..." The old dog looked at me. "Who is Sparky?" I looked away from the old dog's startling eye. "Sparky was an older lizard. When I moved here, she stayed at Pickles' home." The old dog looked away. "What's your name, Pup?" I looked at her weird. "Red. Yours?" She sneezed. "Priss." I looked at the old dog, at her white-blue eye. "What are you?" I asked. "A coyote dog. Dad was a weirdo, though. Not into his own species." I nodded. Curly walked in and took Priss out of the room. I sighed, and snuggled into my water bowl, resting.
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Diary of a Bearded Dragon
HumorThe life of a Bearded Dragon is somewhat simple, at least in a human's eyes. Time to see through the eyes of a dragon named Athena (her human calls her Red on occasions) in this comedic documentary.
