ain't nothin' but a hound dog --open

[lily]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

Lily was a cat person, always had been and always will be. Yet, here she was, walking through the park with the most pathetic looking dog she’d ever seen. A small brown Pomeranian with the most ridiculous name she’d ever heard; Sir Alonzo Fluffykins Pedro III. And boy, did they hate each other. The only reason they were in this situation in the first place was due to Lily’s inability to say ‘no’ to anyone. Ever. It was going to get her killed one day, she was sure of it. Well either her or Sir Alonzo Fluffykins Pedro III. What the hell kind of name was that anyway? And the dog wasn’t even a dog in the first place! It was a ball of fur. Fur she was stuck brushing for an hour every day. Dumb mutt!

It all started last week, when her neighbours, the annoying delightful Petersons, knocked on her door explaining that they were going on a cruise around the Caribbean Islands- lucky for some- and needed someone to look after Sir Alonzo. ”We’ve called everyone else,” Mr. Peterson had explained ”but they are all too busy, and we’d hate to have to put him in a kennel!” And being the pushover she was, along with her massive guilt complex, Lily had agreed to take care of the fluffball for the duration of their two week long cruise. And she had no idea what she was letting herself in for.

The walks weren’t that bad actually; she liked going for walks anyway, and the warmer weather coming through was making them quite pleasant, if you ignored all the dog crap she had to pick up. But she supposed it could have been worse- at least he wasn’t a Great Dane or something. Besides, she had been able to prepare herself for that. What she hadn’t been able to prepare for, what she had no idea was coming. Was that the dog peed EVERYWHERE but outside. Thank god he did... other business outside, but he always left little puddles all over her apartment, which was disgusting. Once more, the Petersons hadn’t mentioned anything about such problems when they told her how to take care of him (it’s a freakin’ dog, how hard could it be, she had thought). Nor was there anything in the handbook (yes, handbook) they gave her.

Not only did the mutt use Lily’s apartment as his own personal urinal, but he chewed EVERYTHING! Literally, nothing was safe! Every morning she dreaded getting out of bed, discovering what else had suffered the tragic fate of Sir Alonzo fluffykins Pedro III. “Okay, Sir Alonzo,” Lily said crouching down to unhook his lead, “stay where I can see you, now go on be free!” She told him standing back up and the tiny dog yapped at her a few times before running off to chase and play with the other dogs, leaving Lily by herself, walking over to an empty bench to wait for the dog to tire. Lily yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, the other slipping into her bag to pull out her sunglasses. As she placed the glasses on her nose, her gaze scanned the park searching for the dog, smiling slightly as she found him, chasing a, much bigger, dog.

Yeah, Lily was definitely a cat person.

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