When I finish counting it comes to the total of $10,000. told you so, he super retarded. I already knew we where rolling in cash and that he never spends it because he 'has nothing good enough to spend it on' I know that there is well over 2 million in your bank account I saw the paper work once! And I know he is making more every day. I don't know why he never just bought a mansion or a fancy villa and we could have maids and a chef and all that cool rich people stuff. I have often told my ideas of what we should buy with all that money but once I start talking about it I think he just stops listening. I snap out of my strange thinking and realize I still have $10,000 on the floor in front of me. I only snapped out of it because I heard a noise in the back yard. I open the door to go outside when I see it a tiny dog rush past me. Right into the house, I turn around and go inside. I cant see where it went, so I begin searching first in the lounge "here doggie here boy~" I say like a crazy person. Then I search the kitchen, father's room, the bathroom. Then I search upstairs in my bathroom the guest bedroom and finally my room…
I never found it, maybe it went back out the back door through the cat flap we had for no reason. Then I realize then just how much time had past it was now 6:15ish and I begin making dinner, for one. I eat and then go back to turn the TV off seeming as I never got to really finish my game. As I do I hear the whimpering… of a dog. I try again to find it. It sounds like it was coming from the kitchen. I run in and there it was a little corgi, I kneel down beside it and reach out to scoop it up.
*CHOMP*
"OW. YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I yell at the dog with its jaws still clenched around my hand. I begin to shake my hand as I try to stop the pain. I can see myself bleeding, this dog did not like me. I decide to grab it and tear it off my hand. I tear the small dog off my hand and as I do I see my injury be opened wider. I toss the dog aside hearing it squeal in pain itself as it hits one of the cupboards. I feel bad for the dog but I'm in a lot of pain myself. I totally forget the dog for a minute and run to go get bandages for my constantly bleeding hand. I get out the first aid kit and get out a bandage, as I apply it I see the cloth become red with blood. Now my hand is a tiny bit better, I've stopped bleeding and the pain is becoming more bearable but that doesn’t excuse the fact that its still there. Then I get an Idea, I go to the backdoor and make sure the cat flap is locked. Then I go the laundry and get out one of the big plastic tubs. Then I return to the kitchen where I find the dog still laying on the floor under the cupboard. Then I strike throwing the huge tub over the dog. It instantly gets up and starts running around inside the upside down tub, barking and slightly pushing the tub around. I go to get some towels (because I will be careful this time) and return to see the dog still trying to push the tub out of the kitchen(but it had stopped yapping at least) I continued to go through with my plan I flip the tub over as fast as I can then throw a towel on top with another towel I grabbed the dog and watched it as it squirmed. I then tried to get the first towel out and wrap the dog tight in it. Now the dog had stopped moving, it could breath, I could feel it so I tucked the dog under my arm and picked the tub up with one hand. I try to take the tub the lounge room where I plan to keep this dog for the next 2 weeks.
that's right I'm going the keep the cute corgi and teach it to be better behaved, maybe after some food and a good sleep it will be happier and I won't lose my other hand or maybe one of my legs. I finally get to the lounge room still juggling the dog and the jumbo tub, which I place on the floor in the corner of the room. I place the dog in next and remove the 2nd sheet from around it. And instantly it jumps out and tries to climb the sides of the tub. I on the other hand was quick enough to get my hands out of there quick enough. I watch from a distance as the small dog gives up and just lays on the bottom of the tub, which I found adorable.
This is when I turn to the kitchen again I want to clean up all that blood that is now all over the house. I also want to get the poor dog something to eat and maybe drink too. After all my blood is cleaned up I go to the fridge and find some minced meat and put it in a dish then I go and get a shallow bowl and fill it with water. I think it will be really crammed for space if I put all this in there at once, it would be nice if I could just keep it in one room, like if I had a small baby fence like the one Steven had when his little sister was born. I'll ask him at school if I can have it maybe. I go to the lounge and see the dog look at me and jump up on the side of the tub, not like she was escaping but more like she wanted this food. Then it hits me what if this was somebody's pet. I guess that if they wanted it back they will put up posters and have a newspaper article other wise I'm keeping it!I really should stop saying 'IT' now, but is It a male or female dog?
I tilt my head around trying to see underneath, I raise the food up again. Just as I thought she jumps up on the edge, and I know have my answer. But this brings another problem, what do I call her?
For now she is 'dog' until I can find a good enough name for her. I hear my stomach rumble to remind me of what I was originally in the kitchen for. Dinner. I feed dog first of Corse, then I wait for her to finish so I can fit the water bowl in the tub.
I decide to have steak for dinner I also cooked some carrots because it’s the only vegetable I am willing to eat. Once its ready I go and eat in the lounge so I have a good view of dog, she is so peaceful when she sleeps, I'm kinda jealous seeming as I haven't slept well in a while. Speaking of sleep I should probably get some. I go upstairs and brush my teeth and come back down stairs to turn the lights off and say goodnight to dog. I get to the lounge to find dog now awake.
"C'mon time for sleeping dog" I say in a soft voice. She just makes a soft whimpering noise, its adorable! I go and turn the lights off and get into bed.
*BARK* *BARK* * HOOOOOWL*
Great just like every other new dog she does this. Nonstop barking whimpering and howling. As cute as her little barks and howls are, when your trying to sleep they drive you crazy. After about an hour I give up I 'NEED' sleep now. I go downstairs and take out the water bowl and pick the tub up and stick it in my room. Now she shouldn't go crazy. "goodnight dog" I whisper before turning off the light before instantly passing out in my bed.
