Gretas POV:
I woke up, looking gorgeous and wonderful. I toddled down the stairs and grabbed 7 sausages for breakfast. I shoved most of them down my gob, the others I stored somewhere for later, yum wonderful.
Not as good as chihuahua, I mean chicken from the Chinese down the end of the road, but close. Yes I am a dog, yes I eat dog, my reasoning is i am the best, why would I want to put anything inside me that isn't the best but its not my problem what they happen to put in the Chinese food at 'Chow wang garden'. I completely recommend that place, their 'chicken' curry is just bliss.
I see Amara (she a rat) in the corner of my eye holding my pink rime stone lead, this bitch wants to take me for a walk (so much irony seeing as i'm an actual bitch). She dangles the lead in front of my face, I cannot be bothered to go on a walk, especially with her all she does is walk me and look on her phone checking whos tweeted or she facetimes people when she walks me and its proper weird. One time she didnt even realise that I had left her by herself when she was walking me, because she be so obsessed with her phone.
Anyway, I have to face this small issue even if it means moving. Ugh.
'Cmon, walk time faggot' Rat said to me like I didn't know we were going on a walk.
'Ok miss fanny pants' I said sassy as ever, she looks disgusted that i just used the f word in her presence, well its not my fault I smell fish every time shes around, but that none of my business. Yano all about living the good life me.
So she took the lead and put it around my neck, she did it up tight. It was basically as tight as a 10 year olds-
'Cmon Greta were going, now'
YOU ARE READING
The Adventures Of Greta
SpiritualThis book contains short story's about Gretas adventures. This book was originally 'we're not in ransus anymore' but has been changed so we can make a series of delightful stories for you all to read. Enjoy
