Steak The Dog [wattys 2014]

∞Learn to Smell

๏Learn to Smell

Steak's sniffer annoyed him very much.

It's just that it didn't really work. It made him look cute, but also made him look stupid at other times.

Like the time he thought he smelled a fire and it turned out being a barbacue. Or the time he thought the moving fake stuffed rat was real and squeled like a teenager girl. Also that awkward moment when he thought he smelled a cat that ended up being a type of perfume. 

His family didn't notice most of these, but other dogs sure did. He'd gotten the nickname Sir Sniffanot. It was all rather embarrassing. But he would show all those dogs who held their perfect noses in the air who was really super. 

Steak would learn to sniff out anything and everything. From bombs to burritos, grenades to girl dogs. 

But once he was a super dog, the girls would go crazy for him do he wouldn't even have to sniff them out. They would come to him. Steak could see it now, a poodle on each paw, other dogs lining up behind him and at his door. It would be perfect. The best life a dog would ever have.

Almost as soon as the image popped in his head, he made it disappear. How could he be so selfish? He didn't want to become a super hero for the fame or girls. He wanted to be a super dog to help others. To prove himself.

He would have to make sure the fame didn't go to his head. But, no fame had come to him yet. His goals were not complete. He started to wonder if they would ever be completed. It seemed to be taking forever. True, it had only been a week and a half since he had started his journey to superness, nevertheless it felt like it had been forever. He just wanted to genuinely be super by this time.

Steak hated waiting for anything. He had no patience. It was another part of his life he would have to work on at some point. Not now though, He was too busy with his current goals to add anymore to his full plate.

Speaking of plates, he was in fact hungry at the moment. In truth, he was never not hungry. Food was always the first thing on his mind. Then his family. Next super heroes. And finally poodles.

Yes, he knows he has issues.

His insanity just makes him special. He's okay with being who he is. Even if that meant being a crazy, fat, stinky animal who didn't even know what type of dog he was. He was perfectly happy being a weirdo. Cause he was a weirdo everyone knew and loved.

No one loved Steak more than Ryker, even so. Ry had fallen in love with the dog as soon as he met him. There was an instant connection between the two boys when they locked eyes with each other. At the time both males were quite smaller, much more energetic, and much stupider than now. As they grew, they changed together. If Ryker got smarter, so would Steak. If the owner got bigger, the dog would follow. 

They were one in the same. Just different species. 

As the boy rolled into the room in his moving chair, Steak couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. Okay maybe a lot nostalgic, when he saw the boy, almost man, who had strolled into the pet store and picked him out years ago. Now that little wide eye, raven haired boy was going to be an adult in less than a year. 

A little sob caught in the back of Steak's throat. He felt like a parent what hung his kid leave for college. But, Ryker wasn't gone yet. And he would take his dog with him if he ever did decide to leave his parents house, which everyone knew would have to happen at some point. 

It's just that he hadn't thought about how much he was growing up till now. He was seventeen. Soon he'd find some girl he'd want to marry. Soon he'd be having his own job, if he could find one where he could still be in his wheelchair while working at it. Now that he thought about that as well, Steak didn't even know what Ry wanted to be when he had the chance to decide.

He felt the urge to be beside his best friend. He listened to that voice inside him that said to go over to his friend. Scampering over to him, he realized he was running faster than usual. Plus he wasn't panting as his short stubby legs moved quickly across the room. He decided to double check the learn to run part on his mental things-to-complete-before-becoming-a-super-dog list. 

Once he reached his owner he rubbed his body against Ry's rough denim covered leg in arcing motion. After he performed that act he inwardly winced. He most likely looked like a silly cat.

Instead to get the boy's attention he licked his hand that was hanging off the side armrest. Oh great, now he looked even sillier. He really was becoming a sappy slob. 

Ryker's eyes lifted from their gaze on the comic resting in his lap to look his pet in the eyes. With his now slightly wet hand, he reached down to rub the sitting dog on his head. "What's gotten into, Steak?" He marveled at his bud, not used to these endearing actions.  

Steak simply nudged the boy's hand with his nose and directed him to let his chest in place of the top of his head. He accepted the rubs to his abdomen very gracelessly and rewarded his superior with more small licks to his wrist. 

As his face was near the Sunsoums arm, he started picking up little scents on the kid. Lemon from the detergent used on his clothes, sweat from his socks and shoes, a sort of fruit punch from his skin which he guessed was soap, rubber from the wheels on the chair, and spice from the warm breath coming from his mouth. 

Another check mark was to be added to his near complete list. Steak did an inner happy dance. He would be a super dog in no time. 

☑☑1/ Learn to run.

☑2/ Recruit a sidekick.

☑3/ Learn to hypnotize humans into giving me whatever food I want.

☑4/ Learn to sniff out people, food, and girl dogs.

 ☐5/ Find bad guys to fight.

 ☐6/ Learn to fly.

yeah so he didn't really learn to smell much in this chapter. but he did talk about it in the beginning. i just wanted to go deeper into ryker's and his friendship and so this happened. plus it might be terrible but i wrote most of it in the middle of the night so. 

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