How are you doing today? I hope all is well. But I don't want this to get too long, so we will just hop right in. Enjoy.
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"Sterling? Sterling! Where are you sweetheart?" I call. Thump thump thump. Oh god. I don't remember a dog that big. But the last time I saw him it was pretty dark.
Soon a massive mound of fur was charging down the stairs at full speed. I flinched and waited for the impact that would no doubt send me flying through the front door, but it never came. When I look down I see the biggest pit bull I've ever seen in my life. He was at least 150 pounds and was a deep shiny black. Except his eyes, they were dark green. He just sat there right in front of me, smelling me but barely moving, his nose twitching curiously in the air. "Awe, what a sweetie! You're so handsome!" I tell the growingly excited dog. His tail starts wagging vigorously, making his whole body wiggle. "Up." I say, lightly patting my tummy. The giant pupper jumps on me with one huge paw resting on each hip, as he starts licking my face. I rubbed all over his face and patted his neck. "Who's a good boy? You are, yes you are! You are just the cutest puppy ever! Ok, you're really heavy! Down!" he hops down and sits obediently. "What do you wanna do?" I ask. I guess I thought that would be more of a question I asked myself, but to my surprise the dog gets up and starts trotting down the hallway towards the stairs.
When he noticed I wasn't following he came back my direction and pulled the end of Alex's shirt, urging me to accompany him. I follow him as he takes a right just as we are about to enter the kitchen straight ahead. There is a door with a handle like knob, not those circular ones, and it has a rope attached to it. Sterling grabbed the rope and pulled straight down, so the door opened enough to fit his paw into it to pull it open it completely.
I look inside the large pantry and in it I see dog toys, name brand treats, food, different textured beds, various leashes, multiple designer collars, patterned dog tags, top of the line shampoo, his own fluffy towels, and even puppy cologne.
This dog is well trained and spoiled. He grabbed a tiny black leash with his name sewed onto the handle in silver letters and brought it to me.
This thing would break if he looked at it too hard, and I'm suppossed to walk him with it? Oh geez. I took the leash from his mouth and he turned back around and grabbed a small black print case once again with Sterling stitched in silver string. When I lift the cloth lid I realize it's a baggy dispenser for poop.
Gross.
So at this moment I realize 3 things. 1) this dog is probably smarter then me, 2) I really want a smart dog like this, and 3) this dog definitely has a bigger allowance than me.
"Alright bud, lets go for a walk." I say clipping the leash to his collar.
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He was really good on the walk, he ignored the other dogs that barked at him, say patiently waiting for me to finish picking up his poop, and had a route that he followed closely.
Its crazy to think that Alex takes care of him and Aana and the house. Just wow.
I brought him home and asked him if he watched any movies. Call me crazy but Alex must have spent months teaching him to basically speak English.
Anywho, Sterling went to the movie wall and picked out "the little rascals". He came to me and set it on my lap. "Alright, where's the living room?" I ask. He brought all the way to the living room and even put the vhs tape in. I pressed all the buttons on the remote then sat down on the huge black, wrap-around couch. Sterling accompanied me and laid his head on my lap. We watched the movie until I started shivering, that's when he stood up and disappeared for a few minutes. I started to get worried until he came bounding back in with a huge fluffy comforter. I took it from him and petted him, calling him adorable and praising him. After I was done, he resumed his position on the couch and I covered us both. About halfway through the movie I fell asleep with the large pupper.
Hey, it's a really comfy couch.
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Hello lovelies. I try to make my stories at least 700 words, and I'm usually really good at it, but sometimes I end up a couple words short. And if there are spelling mistakes, I'm really sorry. I do this on my cell so typing is hard. Anyway, goodnight and mwah. 😍😘❤
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