plum colored suede boots, “Who is going to be sleeping outside tonight.” Reaching down at the end of my statement, I wrapped my fingers firmly around the shoe and pulled with a reasonable amount of force, already frustrated with myself for giving in to Liam. Instead of releasing my shoe though, Chowder just pulled the boot from my hand and ran down the hall to Katie’s room.
“No,” I squealed, racing after the dog, praying he wouldn’t ruin my favorite pair of winter shoes. My feet pounding loudly on the wooden floor of my apartment, I tumbled into Katie’s room, my fuzzy socks causing me to slide across the wooden floor. Placing my hand on the wall for balance, my fingers groped blindly for the light switch. When I flicked the lights on, I was met with a very upsetting sight.
Chowder stood on Katie’s bed, my boot resting under his stomach, his lips pulled up in a snarl. “Give it to me,” I shouted, hoping that the damn dog would just listen to me and make my life easy for once. In response to my demand however, Chowder just growled, his eyes glowing with Satanic hell fire. Grabbing Katie’s rainbow umbrella out of the corner, I pointed the end of it at his face, waving it around like a sword.
“Back away from the boot,” I ordered, jabbing at the evil Border Collie. As he moved to avoid my stab, I jumped forward onto the bed, my hand reaching for my shoe, pulling it against my chest as I successfully wrangled it away from one of the Devil’s most ferocious hell hounds. “Ha,” I shouted triumphantly, raising my boot into the air as if it were a trophy and not a piece of footwear, “I’ve defeated you.”
Lowering his head in acknowledgement of my victory, Chowder hopped off of Katie’s bed and scurried out the door. Relishing in my success, I waved my boot around in the air, swishing my hips around in a little victory dance. Unfortunately a shrill accented voice interrupted my joyous celebratory jig.
“Bloody hell,” my roommate Katie screeched, her voice reaching a pitch only dolphins could hear. “Why is Liam’s damn dog in our apartment?” Rushing back into the main room where the front door was located, I saw Katie standing in the entryway with an absolute look of horror on her face. As I entered the room her pale blue eyes drifted up from Chowder, the full power of her glare now resting on me. “Why,” she paused, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “Is that dog here?”
"It's a long story," I mumbled pathetically, avoiding Katie's piercing blu glare with as much energy as I could muster. She knew how much I hated that dog, and how extremely opposite my feelings for the owner of said dog were. Unfortuanetly she realized that I would do anything to make Liam happy, and she wasn’t going to let me get away with being the world’s biggest pushover when it came to him.
“No,” I squealed, racing after the dog, praying he wouldn’t ruin my favorite pair of winter shoes. My feet pounding loudly on the wooden floor of my apartment, I tumbled into Katie’s room, my fuzzy socks causing me to slide across the wooden floor. Placing my hand on the wall for balance, my fingers groped blindly for the light switch. When I flicked the lights on, I was met with a very upsetting sight.
Chowder stood on Katie’s bed, my boot resting under his stomach, his lips pulled up in a snarl. “Give it to me,” I shouted, hoping that the damn dog would just listen to me and make my life easy for once. In response to my demand however, Chowder just growled, his eyes glowing with Satanic hell fire. Grabbing Katie’s rainbow umbrella out of the corner, I pointed the end of it at his face, waving it around like a sword.
“Back away from the boot,” I ordered, jabbing at the evil Border Collie. As he moved to avoid my stab, I jumped forward onto the bed, my hand reaching for my shoe, pulling it against my chest as I successfully wrangled it away from one of the Devil’s most ferocious hell hounds. “Ha,” I shouted triumphantly, raising my boot into the air as if it were a trophy and not a piece of footwear, “I’ve defeated you.”
Lowering his head in acknowledgement of my victory, Chowder hopped off of Katie’s bed and scurried out the door. Relishing in my success, I waved my boot around in the air, swishing my hips around in a little victory dance. Unfortunately a shrill accented voice interrupted my joyous celebratory jig.
“Bloody hell,” my roommate Katie screeched, her voice reaching a pitch only dolphins could hear. “Why is Liam’s damn dog in our apartment?” Rushing back into the main room where the front door was located, I saw Katie standing in the entryway with an absolute look of horror on her face. As I entered the room her pale blue eyes drifted up from Chowder, the full power of her glare now resting on me. “Why,” she paused, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “Is that dog here?”
"It's a long story," I mumbled pathetically, avoiding Katie's piercing blu glare with as much energy as I could muster. She knew how much I hated that dog, and how extremely opposite my feelings for the owner of said dog were. Unfortuanetly she realized that I would do anything to make Liam happy, and she wasn’t going to let me get away with being the world’s biggest pushover when it came to him.
