Short Stories

Through the eyes of the hungry beast

Again, they left me behind with this freak again. This freak who never played with me whenever I wanted her to, who never gave me treats when I wanted them, and who would always put off feeding me, only paying attention to that small computer that she was always on. It always infuriated me and I wished that I could shout at her, telling her "Hey, pay attention to me, will ya?". But I know that that would never work, that she would just push it off and just go back to doing whatever she was doing before.

Placing my paw on her leg, I began to whimper as I tried to get her attention. She didn't look at me until ten seconds later, that's when she glanced over at me. "What is it, perro?" That's not even my name, hell, I don't even know what that means! She always tries to speak in a different language to me, excepting me to know what she was saying. Listen here girlie, I don't know even know what you're saying and I would like it if you speak in English. So, again, I whimpered and tried to shake her leg. Showing how I needed her right now, like, right now. "Do you need to go outside?" No. "Do you want mommy and daddy?" No. "Want to play?" Oh no, I already played with that little boy from before and I am tired. "Do you want to eat-eat?" There you go.

I pulled my paw down and got on all four, my tail wagging. I waited for her to put down her laptop and to get up, and once she did, I ran to my cage near the bathroom. Before I could even go inside my cage, I noticed that the door was closed. It was probably that little boy again. He always did that, closing and locking my cage door. Luckily, that freak was behind me and she opened the cage for me. I went inside my cage and waited for her to get my food.

I was extremely excited, so, I was going around in a circle in my cage, shaking it and hitting the walls of the cage. I never could understand why they didn't buy me a bigger cage, one that I could fit inside of, but I guess it was fine.

Finally, the freak had my food ready. I sat down and tried to stay down as she placed my food in my cage. I was ready to eat, but she didn't tell me to do so. She began to count. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." Oh man, hurry up and say eat you freak! "...8, 9, 10.... Come!"

There she goes again, with that damn language! I'm going to need her to know that I never understand her. "Alright, go ahead and eat."

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Author's Note: Part #2 and this one was created during my Junior year of high school when we had to create our own lesson plan. My classmate did one on creative writing and this was what I wrote for her class. It's based on my dog and I and how I think she thinks of me. Lovely isn't it? Tell me down below how you felt about it.