Drabble

This is something I just felt like doing. I needed to write things but as usual I had nothing to write about. So I went and asked some friends if they were to read something I wrote what would it be. As of this moment, only one person responded. Which, in a way, is a good thing because that means there's less of my crappy writing being posted in this waste of space I call my blog :D

For: redkinoko
The request: "I wanna hear the thoughts of a sentient dog"
Attempted Genre: Warm And Fuzzy Feelings

Master is coming! I yap, ears perked and eyes eagerly staring at the door. With my adoptive brother and sister we paw at the door, tails wagging to our own chorus of anticipatory whining. Our noses pick up the smell of food and fresh water and we lick our chops happily.

And then I catch a whiff of the extra special treats, which can only mean one thing: Bath time!

My siblings become aware of this simultaneously and they bolt away. I on the other hand stay put, my rump firmly planted on the ground, tail wagging even harder.

The door opens and Masters steps out, food bowls balanced in one hand, the exceptionally large water bowl in the other. I stay seated, having learned that jumping Master when she’s carrying food only leads to her getting angry. It is a known fact that an angry Master makes everyone unhappy.

And scared. Mostly scared.

So I battle against my innate desire to leap for the food and with considerable effort wait for her to put my food down.

She looks around, noticing the absence of my siblings. Master doesn’t look too surprised, after all, this isn’t the first time she’s given us a bath but she still looks upset.

“Tara! Tato! It’s num-num time!”

No answer. It seems they don’t want to give away their positions. But knowing them? It’s Tara’s likely lurking in the bushes and Tato’s probably hiding under Master’s car. I’ll help Master find them after num-num time as she puts it.

I watch her lips curl into a frown and if my muzzle was capable of making that shape I would be frowning too. Master wasn’t putting the food down and I was hungry! I started to whine and nudge the top of my head against her leg and she fed me soon enough.

“Why can’t your brother and sister be more like you, Pun?” She mentions while playfully scratches my ear. “Why can’t they be more like my sweetie, widdle, cutie-wootie, baby?”

If she hadn’t been tickling me I would have been looking at her questioningly instead of wagging my tail and licking her hands. Why would I want my siblings to be like me? If they acted the way I, I wouldn’t be Master’s favorite now, would I?

Memory Going

There is no excuse for the lack of updates. I completely forgot the password to my blog @_@ Not that it means anything.

While I never finished my NaNoWriMo novel, I did reach the 50,000 word minimum. That should count for something but no, not really. It should have been a finished novel but I just couldn't find the proper way to end it. At least not without (to borrow a phrase from redkinoko) summoning a magical meteor to kill everyone.

In other news, cross-stitching has to be one of the most relaxing things I do. But the problem is I need white noise while I cross-stitch. Otherwise I end up thinking of the most random and slightly disturbing things.

Like wishing I can carry a foot-long battle axe in public and be allowed to randomly hack at cars that try to run me over even if I'm in a friggin' pedestrian lane. Or wondering what would a cross-stitch pattern look like on aida cloth made from human flesh. Or would hair make a good substitute to the DMC fibers and if so, where the eff am I going to find all those rainbow-colored skeins? Would I have to start kidnapping kids to have their hair grow out and then dye them the color I need?

Please as to not be taking this seriously. I am not a mass-murdering, child-napping, cross-stitching maniac. Well the last part might be true, sans the maniac. I don't really even realize what I'm saying or typing as I certainly don't write things for the shock value.

What was I saying? What was the point of this entry? I don't remember anymore.