In A New Life [Lams]

Chapter 3: Dogs, Dogs, and More Dogs

When Mr. Washington and I had gotten to his house, he had warned me about his many dogs. I had never really encountered a dog before, but I had a sneaking suspicion that I would be quite fond of dogs.

We spent a few minutes getting my belongings out of his car and it took a couple trips to bring everything in. However, while we were going in, we never encountered any of his dogs. We definitely saw the food and everything, but none of his actual dogs themselves.

"So, what are your dogs names? Also how many of them Do you have?"

"Uh, I have six dogs. Their names are Sweet Lips, Vulcan, TrueLove, Drunkard, taster, and Madame Moose."

"Whoa! Six dogs! No way!"

"Oh, you really want to take that bet, son?" Washington sassed. "Here, help me get their treats so I can introduce you them. You'll love them. I know it." Mr. Washington got a package of beef jerky and handed me a couple of pieces, while also getting a few for himself and still shaking another type of treats and calling for his dogs. All of a sudden we were (well, I was) being bombarded by six fairly big dogs. Mr. Washington opened his arms, welcoming them as they all licked him and came over to me, starting to sniff me and get used to me. Three of the dogs came up to me, trying to get the treats I was holding above my head.

"Son of you want them to come to you, you gotta give them the treats. Although not the Dalmatian, the bigger French hound, or the smallest dog. I already gave them treats. Once you've given them the treats, then I can proceed in giving them the other treats," mr. Washington explained, seeing the fear in my eyes as they jumped on me in desperate attempt to get the treats.

"So, uh, what are their names?" I asked, trying to avoid the dogs I was told already got treats.

"The Dalmatian is Madame Moose, Taster is the biggest dog, Sweet Lips is the smallest out of all the dogs. Vulcan is a medium French hound with the fur missing in the front of his forehead. TrueLove is the other French hound with two different coloured eyes -- he's blind in his left eye. Last but not least, Drunkard is the only male Hound -- which is different from a French Hound -- and he's a medium dog in comparison to Sweet Lips and Taster, who are the smallest and largest dogs, in case you don't remember," Mr. Washington described, pointing to each dog.

"So. . . Drunkard, Sweet Lips, Taster, Vulture, TrueLove, and. . . Uh, Miss Moose?" I tried.

"Close. Vulcan and Madame Moose," Mr. Washington corrected. I apologised and kneeled in front of the doggy crowd before me.

I had to block my crotch though, as that's where the dogs seemed most drawn to. I pet the dog with the different coloured eyes and soaked in the soft, velvety fur it had. I scratched behind his ear and he seemed to like it, so I continued. All of a sudden, he startled me by barking loudly in my ear. I looked atMr. Washington to confirm I didn't do anything incorrectly. He just chuckled. "That means he likes it." I sighed, relieved I didn't mess up too badly and continued to pet and scratch and rub him until the barking became too loud, he left for treats. As he got up, he was replaced by one of the other dogs. I think it was the Madame one. The only thing that came to mind was Madame Milkan. Curse me for being such a Harry Potter nerd.

"Okay since its a little on the later side, and I have to plan out some class stuff I've been procrastinating, why don't we just order some pizza for dinner? While we wait, we can put in a movie and play with the dogs, if you feel like?" I nodded, agreeing. "You want it from any particular place? Any specific toppings?" I shook my head, indicating I don't have any preferences.