CreepyPasta's Stories

Dogs don't lie

IMG 0526My dogs (old couch)

Bark bark bark.

Shit, not again.

Bark! Bark!

Please, I'm trying to sleep.

Still, my dog kept on barking, and now my puppy decided to chime in with his half bark-half whine.

I got up, rubbed my eyes, and ignored my own need to pee as I walked to my dogs' cages and opened them, first my puppy's, then my older dog's.

Leonidas (my rambunctious golden lap pup) seemed determined to trip me on the way to the door leading to our front yard.

I let him, and my near-seven-year-old dog, named Twilight (and no, she was not named after those atrocious books or movies), out before backtracking to my room and grabbing my phone to check the time.

3:30 in the afternoon.

They had let me sleep nine hours, at least.

I was greeted with the message icon in the bottom corner of my phone, alerting me to the fact that I had 8 new messages. I shuffled outside and sat in one of the chairs on our small, concrete porch to supervise my dogs before checking any of my messages.

Four of them were from my idiot friend, whom assumed that if I didn't reply to what she had to say within half an hour, I didn't get the message, and would keep sending the same message over and over again until I replied.

She'd been going at it since seven in the morning, seeing as she was one of those special, special little children who took summer school, whereas, I was halfway across the country visiting my father for the summer. Finally, at one in the afternoon, she either got that I was ignoring her, or sleeping and to be honest, it was both.

The other four were from different friends, one asking if she could borrow my skateboard, another asking if I wanted to hang out soon, another telling me that the boy I liked was talking about me (and in a good way) at the party she was at. I responded to that one immediately before checking the last one.

It was from my little sister, telling me that she missed me and asked me what I was doing. I responded to her saying, "Not much, and I miss you too, sweetie. How are you doing?" before my attention was turned fully back to my dogs.

Leo was just squatting down to pee, whereas Twilight was still sniffing around.

As soon as he was done, he came waddling over to me as fast as his tiny body would allow.

Being damn near 100 degrees in Indiana at the time, it was understandable that he hid under my chair for the shade.

Twilight was still sniffing around, and Leo suddenly became interested in attacking my bare foot.

"You little shit," I cooed affectionately and picked him up so he could plop in my lap and immediately tried to bite my hand.

I ripped it away from his mouth and instead stuck my face in front of his, which resulted in my nose being nipped, not that I expected any different. I giggled, thankful it didn't hurt, and tapped his head lightly, and he immediately ceased his efforts to do my harm and laid down on my other arm.

By that time, Twilight had finished peeing and came running over to us. I set Leo down and let them inside, the glass door that would replace a normal screen one had a little bug on it, so-me being the complete child I am-freaked out over it and body-slammed into the wood door with the actual lock on it.

It flew away, much to my relief, and I turned the face the wooden door, rubbing my shoulder.

Uhhhhhhhh, that should be open. I always leave that door open when I take the dogs out.