the sloth who owned Alan Ashby

awaked with mistakes

I woke up the next morning by a loud, obnoxious noise. I jumped out of bed calling Alan's name hoping that he wasn't hurt or getting into any kind of trouble. "Alan! Alan!" I kept calling but to no avail. I started to panic as I searched room to room trying to locate him. I wish someone would have warned me about how hard it was to take care of a human! Just as I was beggining to think someone must have kidnapped my Ashby, I finally found him playing my old guitar. "Alan, why didn't you answer me? I was worried sick!" I yelled so he would realize that he was in trouble.

"djdjjsiswkla," Alan whimpered.

"It's alright buddy. Next time, please just give me a heads up whenever you feel the urge to rock."

I quickly scooped him up and took him to the bathroom. He was starting to smell (as all humans eventually do) so I was going to give him a proper cleaning. The pet store provided shampoos and things of that sort for me since my Ashby arrived later than expected. I turned the faucet and felt the human I was holding tense up. I guess he never had a bath before. I gave him directions on how to clean himself before giving him privacy to undress. He seemed to understand so I let him be. To be honest, I was happy to get a break. I wonder how my aunt and her Austin get along so well? Does she give him freedom or does she watch his every move? Do they have frequent conversations or do they never speak to each other? I'll have to give her a call later to ask for advice.

Ten minutes later I heard the bathroom door squeak open. Alan must be done bathing. I hope he dried off before he stepped on my new carpet. He walked into my room and decided to lay next to me. I could tell from his yawning that he was getting sleepy. I grabbed his favorite pillow and blanket and carried him into his room. I could've sworn he smiled at me before his eyes fluttered shut.

Now that Alan went to sleep I can finally call my aunt. I dial her number into my phone and wait for her voice to come through.

"Hello? Dan?"

"Cass!"

"What's up, man? How are you and Ashby getting along?"

"That's actually what I was calling about," I took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you have any tips or tricks to raising a human? I've googled ever possible question but what I need now is some advice from someone who is actually raising one."

"Well, there's a lot more to it then what those damn people at the pet store tell you. Maybe I could stop by tomorrow and we could talk?"

"That sounds wonderful! Could you possibly bring Austin? It would give Alan someone to play with while we talk."

"Yeah, sure thing dude. See you tomorrow."

"Later!"

I hung up the phone. I was excited for Cass to come visit but that means I need to tidy up the house. My house used to be very organized but once I got a pet everything changed. I was begining to pick up when I glanced at my bedside clock. Woah, I defiantly needed to get to bed. Being a sloth means having to sleep every five hours. I'll just have to do a fast clean tomorrow morning. I jumped into my bed and pulled the covers over my body. Maybe owning Alan wouldn't end up that bad after all.