Monday Says Rawr! (On Hold)

Monday Says Pup!

Monday

I was flipping through the channels on the TV when Fall came in.  Eww, he reeked of rouge blood.  I stopped on the news channel, Fall and his pack all were covered in blood.  Fall smiled, “Can I get a hug?”  His voice was a sarcastic and serious mix, is that even possible?  I shook my head, “Not until all of you nasty wolves get clean!”  I scrunched my nose up, making Don laugh.

Don looked at me, he was the only one not covered in blood.  “Hey, there is a game on tonight.  Give me the remote.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes! I’m bigger than you.”

“No. I am faster than you.”

“Yes! We can take a vote.”

“Alright then, if you want to watch the game, raise your hand.”

All the guys raised their hands, even Fall.  I hissed and jumped up.

“You can watch the game if you,” I pointed at Don, “go get me some fish from the Chinese place down the road.”

He grumbled something and grabbed his keys.  Monday 1: Don 0.

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I was eating sushi happily as the guys cheered and screamed in the living room.  I sat on the shelf high above the ground, on my toes behind the bookcase.  I bit the tail off the fish. (It’s a fact cats eat the tail of the fish first… -FM)  I yawned and hopped down, not making a single noise.  I heard a noise outside and my ears flicked to the side.  I twitched my tail, to the side. (Yes Monday is in human form. She, like all the other animals, can keep some attributes of their animal being.)  I ducked being the doorframe to the kitchen, a normal dog was outside.  I stayed hidden until I heard the soft tap on the back window. 

In the window was a little boy, maybe 5 years old at the most.  I walked over and opened it; it’s the dog I smelt.  I smiled sweetly and he came in, slowly.  He collapsed on the carpet, his small body shaking from the cool air.  I lifted him up, and he twitched a little.  I wrapped him in a spare blanket we kept in the laundry room.  From his looks, he seemed to have been outside a while.  Poor pup, looking at him reminded me of when Mom couldn’t find a job and we lived in the alley.  I ran up the stairs silently.  The guys were loud and probably couldn’t smell me because of all the testosterone. 

The boy sat up when I set him on my bed.  He seemed scared, as if he was abused.  I saw a few bruises on his arms and legs.  I thought maybe they were from being outside.  He looked at me, his eyes filled with fear.  “I have to go Master is looking for me,” his small voice was soft and frightened.  I shook my head, “What is your name? What happened to you?” I spoke softly, not wanting to frighten him.  His eyes glazed over, “Master calls me Mutt, and momma before we were separated called me Harris.”  I sat near him, not to close to intruded but close enough.  I looked at the bruises on his arms, “What happened to you?”  He looked down, “I ate Wilson’s food instead of mine and Master punished me.  Wilson gave me the food, but he couldn’t tell Master, Master would be mad at Wilson.  Wilson was locked out of his dog house last night and he didn’t wake up.  Wilson is an old dog, he needs to sleep.” 

I knew that this Wilson he spoke of was not going to wake up; they never did when they were old.  I looked at Harris, “Harris, you can stay here for a while.”  His dull eyes shone for a second, and then the light died.  “But Master is looking for me, I must return.”  He went to stand up, but yelped in pain.  I looked at his ankle; a dark bruise was over his ankle.  I lifted him up, “Harris, I am going to take you to a vet, you must return to your animal form.”  He nodded and shifted into a small Labrador pup, not but maybe 7 months.  I ran down the stairs, he was wrapped in a towel.  I tapped Fall’s shoulder, “I am going out.” He nodded and didn’t say anything.  I guessed he still couldn’t smell the pup because of all the guys around.

The car purred to life, Harris was asleep in the back.  I drove down the road for about 10 minutes until the vet office came to sight.  I picked Harris up and ran in.  The receptionist jumped up and looked at Harris, “What happened?” I explained everything, besides the part about him talking and human parts.  She nodded, “He must have ran away from an abusive owner, I will get him into the back ASAP.”  She took Harris and he whimpered when she touched his leg.  I smiled weakly at him, the doctors will help, and maybe it isn’t that bad.  I knew it wasn’t that simple, it never is.

I was pacing silently when a man came in, he was very big man.  He had dark hair, brown eyes, stubble on his face like he had forgotten to shave; he took off his hat and tapped the bell for the receptionist.  She came up and smiled at him, “Yes, how may I help you sir?”  Her eyes darted to me before returning to the man.  He nodded and handed her a photo, “Have you seen this pup? He either ran away or was kidnapped. I want to find my little dog and bring him home.”  The receptionist looked at the photo and shook her head, “No sir, we have been quiet slow today. The lady over there just brought in her cat.”  Her eyes flashed to me, telling me to play along. 

The man looked at me, turning back to the receptionist, “Give me a call if you see him.” He gave her the picture that had a number on the back.  The man turned and walked over to me, “Have you seen this pup?” He showed me a picture, instantly I knew it was Harris.  I shook my head, “No, but I’m not a dog person.”  The receptionist turned and hurried away, I heard a faint buzz in the back.  The man nodded, “Please call if you see him,” then he handed me the picture. How many did he have?

After the man had left, the doctor said I could go see Harris.  He was laid on the bed, his leg in a cast.  The doctor smiled softly at me, “Yes, he seems to have minimum damage to his ankle and a bruise on his rib cage.  He will be okay in about two weeks tops, but if he has any complications bring him back.”  I nodded and they placed him in a small pet taxi.

Now to tell Fall about us taking care of an abused pup for a while. What fun! Not.

Here is another chapter! I am also thinking about changing my name... *shrugs* maybe.