*One shots

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So I forgot my iPad in my mom's van, and then she took the van to work for the night so I have to type in my sister's iPad, haha.

So I'm trying to start another story but I don't have the name of it. That sucks.

So enjoy the snippet.

I don't think that life could get any better than this. An apartment to live in, good meals, a comfortable bed to share, most of all a loving human.

She's the best. Takes me out on walks when I find it convenient, lets me sit on the couch when a good program comes on the TV, I've practically got her wrapped around my little paw.

Yes, I'm a Havanese. If you don't know what that is, you're stupid.

Okay, okay, Mare didn't know at first either, but that hadn't stopped her from taking care of me as a stray, and then leaving me every morning to go who-knows-where.

Al this runs through my head as she slowly rises into a sitting position on our bed, yawning and rubbing the sleep of her eyes.

"Wow. I dreamt that i was naked and with a leash around my neck. People kept petting and rubbing my head," she pauses to yawn, then continues, "saying that I was a cute little dog and whatnot." She yawns again as she reaches across to scratch my ear. "Is that what it's like to be a dog? Is that is, my little puppy?" She coos.

"I'm not a little puppy anymore, I'm a big boy now and it's time you acknowledge that." It's ridiculous. I even try stamping my foot for emphasis, but Mare just doesn't seem to understand what I'm trying to say. Even now it's a misconception about my statement.

"I thought so. Come on, help me get ready so we can go to the park."

"See, this is why you need a partner. He would help you get ready, and you won't have to rely on a three-year-old doggo to bring you your slippers," I grumble before dragging the slippers to her feet. She steps into them and proceeds with her morning routine.

Yep. This girl needs a husband. But what if she likes—no. Not possible. I've seen her gush at those, those horrible lumps in men's bellies. What are they called? Ads? Yeah. She always blushes when a man on TV shows his ads.

"Come on, Shadow. Lets go to the park." I wince when she sings. She also needs singing lessons for her husband. No way he would tolerate the occasional sing-song phrases that pop out. No way at all.

"Aw, is my singing, that bad?" I nod while she scowls at my response.

Hmm. I feel like I talk to myself too much, just thinking the most random of things while listening  to my human's unimportant problems. 

I hope the guy I pick out for her likes dogs, and has a puppy of his own, preferably a girl.

If there's any mistakes, let me know.

This is the third writer typing, and have a good day. (Insert smiling face 'cause my sister doesn't have emojis on her keyboard)