Post by Dominic Jones on Feb 22, 2009 13:31:31 GMT -5
There was a loud bark as the door to the small apartment opened, a large Germen Shepherd raging into his own domain. Ah, home sweet home. That is, if you called it sweet. Yeah, sure, the place was nice and clean and a bunch of other things. But hey, this guy was living alone with a dog, do there wasn't much else to do than be bored out of your wits.
Slowly, the door closed behind the man as his eyes scanned the area. He walked on, helping only to look down the all that led to the bathroom and bedroom. God, he needed a bigger apartment than this. He was just lucky the owner let him keep the dog. He was three years old and well behaved. Well, sort of. The dog went pouncing onto his bed near the open sliding glass door, panting as he watched rain drop splatter lightly against the glass frame. Two dog bowls - one full of water, the other of Iams dog food - lay near the bed, on the small tiled area that lay there, keeping the rest of the house clean while the tile got dirty.
Dom hung his coat on the coat rack before immediately going to the fridge and getting a Dr Pepper, his favorite soda. His hand reached unsteadily to the top of the fridge, grabbing a small bag of dog treats. Bacon treats, it seemed.
"Here, Dragon!" he called as he grabbed a single treat, zipping up the rest of the bag and putting back on the fridge. The dog came panting up excitedly, sitting right away as he looked up at his master, tail wagging, almost sweeping the tiled floor of the kitchen. "Atta boy," Dominic praised. "Now, what do we say to strangers?" Dragon barked, almost lifting his rear end off the floor. "Good boy," Dom praised as he slightly tossed the dog his treat, the dog easily catching it in his mouth.
Dominic now walking slowly to the couch, sitting him self down as he kicked off his shoes, settling down and opening his can of soda. He took a bit chug of it, turning on the TV as Dragon once again laid down on his bed. It wasn't like they were expecting anyone, right? They never had. And they probably never will.
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Slowly, the door closed behind the man as his eyes scanned the area. He walked on, helping only to look down the all that led to the bathroom and bedroom. God, he needed a bigger apartment than this. He was just lucky the owner let him keep the dog. He was three years old and well behaved. Well, sort of. The dog went pouncing onto his bed near the open sliding glass door, panting as he watched rain drop splatter lightly against the glass frame. Two dog bowls - one full of water, the other of Iams dog food - lay near the bed, on the small tiled area that lay there, keeping the rest of the house clean while the tile got dirty.
Dom hung his coat on the coat rack before immediately going to the fridge and getting a Dr Pepper, his favorite soda. His hand reached unsteadily to the top of the fridge, grabbing a small bag of dog treats. Bacon treats, it seemed.
"Here, Dragon!" he called as he grabbed a single treat, zipping up the rest of the bag and putting back on the fridge. The dog came panting up excitedly, sitting right away as he looked up at his master, tail wagging, almost sweeping the tiled floor of the kitchen. "Atta boy," Dominic praised. "Now, what do we say to strangers?" Dragon barked, almost lifting his rear end off the floor. "Good boy," Dom praised as he slightly tossed the dog his treat, the dog easily catching it in his mouth.
Dominic now walking slowly to the couch, sitting him self down as he kicked off his shoes, settling down and opening his can of soda. He took a bit chug of it, turning on the TV as Dragon once again laid down on his bed. It wasn't like they were expecting anyone, right? They never had. And they probably never will.
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