I pulled up my cardigan and buttoned it properly. That was enough to feel real, so l didn't need to also feel terrified. Trying to focus on my surroundings, I heard the scritching, skittering sound of my father's Boston terrier's claws against the tile. It was a funny sound. She seemed to be in the tiny little hallway outside my bedroom.
"Good afternoon, Odie..." I called out to her and heard her scramble. She was an anxious dog, with big bug eyes. "I know, I know, calm down. I'm still here. Maybe I'll get up later, but for now, I don't feel well."
"Hhuunnh-nnh...?" Odie whined and scratched at the door. I wasn't sure why.
"Hwwürff..."
"I hear you, girl, go play with Steven. Or Mama, or someone. Anyone else."
"Hauwh-auwh! Snurgeff..!" Her barking only got more pathetic. Out of all of the dogs on this Earth, I earnestly believed that Odie was one of the most dependent and utterly pitiful of all time. I heard more scratching.
"Odie, go..."
"Hauwhuuhh..." She made a half-howling sound and tried a third time to break and enter. Was no one home for her to play with? I wanted desperately to remain in bed, but this noise was a real distraction.
"Fine, let's see if these legs work." | called out to her and hauled my legs over the side of the bed. I managed to push myself up onto my feet and walk to the door, opened it just enough to see Odie's sad little face. "Oh, you little freak of nature...
Mmh, you shouldn't have been born, huh?
With that flat fuckin' nose of yours..."
"Snurgleff."
"Yeah, that sound is disgusting. You can't even breathe properly, huh?"
"Hueff!" Odie stood up on her back legs, tail whipping around with ecstatic enthusiasm. "Hween..."
"I hear your nose whistling, cute little dipshit..." I reached my hand out and pet her poor, thoughtless little head. Well, certainly not thoughtless, only... She had about one thought per hour, and this one was wasted on me. "You cannot come into my bedroom. You will step on all of my record sleeves. I can see you trying to tell me you promise you won't, but that's what you said last time, isn't it?"
"Hueh-hueh-huehh.." She panted, no malice behind her eyes. "Sniff sniff..? Hurnh?"
"Aww... No, c'mon. You said that last time, now one of The Banshees has an Odie shaped dent in his face on Kaleidoscope.
Sorry, little Oddity..." I pulled back my hand and pretended to throw a ball up the stairs.
"Odie, fetch!"
She skittered away, so I shut my door again. Poor little beast.
Sharing some Jimmy writing because I decided to try to write what a brachycephalic Boston terrier sounds like when being a problem on purpose Meet Odie I love her & remember not to buy flat faced breeds & only adopt if you’re up for accommodating them
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