Cecil's Training

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(Cecil's POV)
Dean drove us to Candice's house. I was actually forced to sit in the car seat because Candice felt safer with me in it. I've never felt so degraded it my life. Mommy wouldn't even put through this level of shame.

The ride was pretty quiet aside from the rock music playing in the background. The reason why there wasn't much said was because Candice was sleeping for a majority of the trip. After awhile of more continuous silience, I wounded up taking a nap myself.

(Candice's POV)
Dean woke me up by flicking my forehead. I was extremely annoyed because of the mini headache he gave me.

"What?" I asked now pissed off cause he interrupted my dream.

"We're here." I didn't realize the car wasn't moving until just now. I looked outside the passager window and there it was. The front door to my house.

"Oh." I stretched myself out before turning around in my seat.

I saw the cutest thing ever behind me. The little puppy was dreaming. Even though his head was dangling, he looked absolutely peaceful. Like a real baby. I had to snap a quick picture of him on my phone before waking him up.

"Are you done cooing over him now? I do have places to be." Dean said ruining the moment as always.

"Fine, I'll fucking leave." I forced opened the car door and slammed it closed.

I got in the back and gently smacked Cecil soft cheeks to wake him up. "C'mon. Dean wants us out of his car so he can go back to being under house arrest with his wife." I helped the small, half conscious boy out. I held him so that his head was just over my shoulder. He quickly fell back asleep in my arms. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at this sweet moment.

My brother rolled down the passager side window to say something before leaving.

"This is probably going to be the last favor I'm doing for you this week. So, don't expect an answer when you call." He told me.

"Yeah, sure. We'll see about that. Bye, shithead." I waved with a smile.

"Bye, other shithead." He rolled the window back up and drove off.

Once I got in the house, I carefully placed my sleeping puppy friend on the living room couch. I chose to let him rest there because I would feel like a terrible person if I did. I felt the urge to need to take another picture of this adorable little baby boy. So, I did.

(Cecil's POV)
I woke up to the savory smell of something really good food. I sat up and looked around. It took me a minute or two to realize I was at Candice's house.

The place looked like it belonged to an old lady. There were picture of family members on just about every wall. A folded up knitted blanket on the recliner across from me. The furniture was also aged but still looked like it was practically untouched.

I slid off the couch and followed the scent of the savory goodness into the kitchen. There, Candice was holding a plate of hot and steamy baby back rib with a baked potato and cheese covered broccoli. My mouth was already watering and my tail swayed as I set my eyes on the target.

"Perfect timing. I just finished cooking everything and I even made you a plate."

"You made all this?" I had to ask to make sure this wasn't a great dream.

"Yes, I made everything. Do you think I'm a bad cook?"

"No, just surprised by how professional it looks." I even checked my pulse to make sure I wasn't dead either.

"Thanks. My grandma taught me how cook like this. I'll never be as good as her but I come pretty close."

Candice than showed me to the dining room, which just like the rest of the house, was beautiful decorated with old fashioned furniture. We sat across from each other. It was quiet. The only thing you you could really hear was me devouring my meal. Candice took notice, and smiled at how crazy I probably looked.

"Are you okay? You're eating like you were starving for the last few days." I reverted back to eating normally. I slowly chewed the food that was left in my mouth and swallowed before speaking.

"Sorry, but this is really good. I've haven't had a meal like this in a long time." She smiled genuinely at me.

"I'm glad, you like it but you gotta slow down or you'll choke."

"Okay."

After I was all done eating, I finally realized that mess I made. I was almost covered from head to toe with barbecue sauce. (I seriously wasn't aware that any of this happened.)

"Wow, I really did make a mess." I stated with guilt.

"Yeah, no shit." Candice said after getting out of her seat and picking up her plate. "Come on. I help you reach the sink so you can wash your hands." The red head then picked me up using her forearm and took me into the kitchen. She held me up to the sink and I quickly but thoroughly got all the sticky sauce off of my hands. After Candice put me down, there was still a problem. She shook her head at me before saying,

"Well, your hands may be clean but the rest of you isn't." She sighed. "I swear you're really are a kid."I looked down at myself shamefully for the second time. 

"What do we you now?" I asked.

"You will take a bath while I find you something to wear." She then showed me to the bathroom and and closed the door behind me.

"I'll be back with your clothes and a towel before you get out of the tub." She told me from the other side.