Little dog (563 hits)
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Submitted by Titan <chainsawchimp.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-10-12 09:05:05 EDT
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three... *hhhrrrnnng*.
four... *aaarrrggggg*.
fffiiive.
The weighted bar is strainingly put back into its cradle. I feel a buzzing ache through my arms as I lean up, rest briefly only to repeat the process again.
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three....
This goes on for another hour, not on the same machine of course, sit-ups, chin up bar, punching bag etc, this is the routine, and it serves its purpose. This all occurs in the tiny damp basement
of my flat, a single beam of light breaking through the darkness, dust swirling amidst it.
Next I shower, cook dinner, scrub the stains out of my working clothing and go to bed. During the day there is work.
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three.... *hrrgggh*
*scrub scrub*
*munch*
*scrub scrub*
*zzz.....*
Television used to be on sometime inbetween this process, but watching the shallow interactions of people trying desperately to be famous, rich and happy but with no inherant talent or redeeming characteristics gets old. True intentions seen between hollow smiles, but I figure an apathetic population gets the celebrities it deserves.
The television now sits there, collecting dust.
I sit down to resume my routine.
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"woof!"
The light is blocked from the small window and something scratches at the glass making a slight scraping noise, slight light now flickers in the dark room. A small terriers face appears between the scratching.
"Fuck off you little shithead" I mutter, getting up and swatting at the ugly little creature. It dodges my attempts, chewing playfully on my ouchreached hand and liberally covering my fingers with slobber.
"Fucking animal....", I pull my hand back in irritated, and storm to the front door. I walk out and meet the small animals tired eyes.
"Get lost you little bastar-" i censor myself because i realise im in the middle of the street barking orders at a dog no larger than a breadbox. I walk back to the door and a blur breaks around my feet and through the front door before I can close the door.
"oh you little...". I run inside. The little dog is sniffing around the apartment. I stop a distance away from the dog and raise my foot to kick it. It cowers and rolls onto its back, a look of fear in its eyes.
I stop. Composing myself i pick up the little dog and put him outside.
"Now bugger off!".
The dog looks up with sad eyes.
I slam the door and go back downstairs to complete my routine.
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*scrape, scrape*
There is more scraping at the door. Trying to ignore it I go back.
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two.
*hhrrrrrnng*.. *scratch, scrape*
"Christ....". I get up and walk to the door. The little dog is still there.
"Go home."
It looks up sadly.
"Go hoooome."
It blinks.
"oh god... alright." I step aside and the dog walks inside and sniffs around. Figuring the routine won't continue I prepare dinner.
*munch munch*
*whine*
I look down. The little dog paws at my leg, and follows up with a hungry cute stare.
I roll my eyes and put some of mine in a bowl and put it on the floor. The dog hungrily stomachs the food and plonks itself on the couch.
This has become the new routine.
Work.
exercise.
eat with little dog.
clean.
sleep.
Little dog also watches me exercise, between reps I lean down and pat its soft head fur. little dog looks up adoringly.
"hehe your a cute little shithead aren't you?"
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two.
three. *arrrghh*....
*pat pat*
Time moves on, little dog is now part of the clockwork, I exercise, I eat, I sleep, I work.
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Little dog jumps up, and licks my armpit playfully. I jolt. One half of the bar comes down heavily, crushes little dogs left paw and it lets out an intense screech of pain. It limps off into the corner and cowers. I strainingly put the bar back in the cradle and run over to little dog.
I flinch to pick it up and it cries in pain.
I stand back.
Its little paw, held up against its chest, was badly crushed, bleeding profusely.
I run upstairs and grab the phonebook. Nearest veterenarian is mid-town. I grab a blanket and scoop up little dog with it.
In the car I drive, looking over to the injured creature. "dont worry little guy, we'll get you help, im sorry".
It looks up breathing heavily, making small mouth movements, and quietly yelping.
I get into the vet, she says its paw is busted up pretty good and it will need to be there for about a week, I acknowledge, and drive home, wide eyed.
I get back home and think about the little dog.
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The small stain on one of the weights doesnt help.
I make dinner. I neal down to scrape some into little dogs bowl, then censor myself, and go back to my meal.
A week passes. I drive over to the vet clinic.
"here we go sir, shes a little groggy and she'll have to keep of that paw, but shes ok."
Then it dawns on me.
"wait, could you check if this thing is microchipped?"
"She isnt yours?"
"nope, shes turned up on my doorstep for the past month, ive just been feeding it"
"ok well i can check"
"good, you do that."
little dog is taken out the back briefy, then brought back.
"actually it does, this one belongs to a Suzanne Smith of 36 King st, shes probably worried sick."
"thanks."
Little dog and I drive. It looks up at me indifferently.
We make it to a small house in the same suburb as I.
I get out of the car with little dog in hand, we make it to the door and i knock with my free hand.
"uh hello?"
"This yours?"
"Mini? oh you stupid thing where the hell have you been? wait, what happened to her paw?"
"uhh ive been looking after her, there was an accident and i dropped something on her paw, shes ok now though, took her to the vet, she was, uh, microchipped"
"oh, well, uh, thanks for bringing her back.... could i get you a coffee or something?"
I look at the stupid dog, then back to the young woman.
"sure ok."
I walk in the door into the place, little dog in hand.
User Reviews
Submitted by GodLovesALittleLovin (user info) at 2004-10-12 10:22:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I had a dog as well, but he was addicted to cocaine and meth. Fucker wouldn't shut up either. You can read about him here if you're interested. http://www.ubersite.com/m/45012
Submitted by Durae (user info) at 2004-10-12 09:44:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awwww, I'm in love with that dog. I don't even like dogs. What the hell.
Submitted by Titan (user info) at 2004-10-12 09:23:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
actually triple_optics I used to do humor a while back, thought I would actually do something challenging and go out of my normal range.
im sure you know how hard it is, with you writing two lines then posting a picture of david hasslehoff.
Submitted by toddska (user info) at 2004-10-12 09:20:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
whereupon she drops something on you and....
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-10-12 09:16:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Awww... nice story.
Submitted by triple_optics (user info) at 2004-10-12 09:13:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i can see you tried really hard with this