Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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Simon was very disturbed.

All his working life he has enjoyed the attentive listening of his subordinates. Everyone, when he speaks, is silent, listens and executes.

Now they didn't even take him seriously. And he feared that things would never be 'normal' again.

"This is a bloody nightmare..." the millionaire resigned himself to lying on the small sofa in the room, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Because of the fatigue (running, jumping and barking so much had consumed all his energies) Simon soon fell asleep.
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David Walliams swiftly said goodbye to his friends. He really wanted to go home, chill out and... maybe think of someone who didn't show up.

He walks into his dressing room and grins softly as he sees the little schnauzer on the sofa.

"Hey, buddy, how bored were you?"

Simon could barely lift his head. He was dazed by several hours of sleep.

The swimmer finishes taking his few belongings. "Let's go home" the man takes off his suit jacket and wraps the dog in it, as if it were a blanket.

Simon

David holds me in his arms, in a protective manner. I could feel the breezes of cold air in my nose, but because of the heat that Walliams' chest radiated and the coat covering me, I wasn't cold at all.

Then I thought that, if the comedian knew who he was actually carrying, this would be a embarrassing situation.

Shortly we were inside his car.

"All right, you'll be here" places me in the co-driver's seat, starts the engine and drives.

"Siri, call My Simon."

I don't know if it's possible for a dog to blush, but in any case, I felt blushing.

Obviously, David didn't get an answer.
He left one of his hands at the wheel and the other passed through his brown hair, clearly impatient. The answering machine informed that he could leave a voicemail and he accepted.

"Hey Simon, it's David. Today you weren't at BGT and it became strange to all of us, you know? because you always warn before... everything is fine?..."

Walliams stops and shakes his head, discarding the recording "Come on, like he's going to care about a voice message from David Walliams".

He sounded so disillusioned that I unconsciously lowered my little ears and freed a tiny yelp "it's not like that..."

David flashed at me and one of the corners of his mouth rose, forming a half smile. One of his big hands patted me on the head "calm down, buddy, we're almost home".

House of David... house of David!
Yes! There must be some way to tell him who I am... like his laptop!

In the rush to straighten things out, I almost fell on my face when my friend opened the door.
He chuckled "you're excited, huh?"

I race to the entrance of the house "Come on David, hurry up!" I exclaim.

"I'm home!" says David.

I've been to his house before, so I go to the living room fast (half-slipping) and get on the couches. There it was: his mac at the coffee table.

Carefully, I jump to the table and hear David repeatedly saying no to me, which I deaf to.
The laptop was closed and even though I knew my paws couldn't open it, I make desperate attempts.

David takes it away from me almost immediately.

"No, no! Please, I need it!"

He kneels, his eyes were at my height. "Let's see, are you hungry? Do you want some water?"

I was impatient, very "I need the laptop, I want to be me!"

He keep on talking affectionately and I keep on talking louder and louder, until David mentioned something about "you must be nervous" and makes the attempt to pet me.

Being with a hot head, I couldn't control myself and caught his hand in my snout. David quickly withdraws his hand with a whimper, his expression for a few seconds showed pain. He looks at the back of his hand and there's three red, swollen lines corrupting the white of his skin.

And I was shocked, not believing what I had just done.

"I understand, too soon for caresses," he whispers softly. He gets up and walks to the bathroom. I follow him and see that he washes the scratches.

I feel a knot settle in my throat "I'm sorry, David..."

It seemed that Walliams felt my sadness, because he looks at me with a nice smile "hey nothing happened boy, okay?"

Later, he served me food and water in two bowls and pulled out a little dog bed "this was Bert's when he was a puppy, but I think it'll be fine for you".

I lay in it and it wasn't bad at all.

My fellow judge glanced at me one last time, with that brilliant look characteristic of him, and wished good night, turning off the light.

Then I was left alone.
Just me and my thoughts.

I went over the madness that had been this day. I was still unaware of this situation, still hopeful that it was a damn bad dream.

And suddenly David came to my mind.
Inevitably, I remember the accident of before and my heart shrinks.

I thought and thought, and discovered that his look of pain is already familiar to me.
Yes, I've 'seen' it before, but it had always been so fleeting that it was practically stealthy... and it never mattered.

But now I can notice it, in multiple, multiple memories.

A truth that I didn't see before began to appear, and I, as a ignorant would do, stop the trial that was taking place in my head.

No, I didn't want to see it.

"Fuck" I close my eyes tightly "I need..."

I need to rest.