by SkywardtheDragon » Fri Aug 10, 2018 10:44 pm
Humans are strange creatures, you know?
They’ve always got stuff to do, rushing away in their dirt-kicking cars. They don’t even need to hurry, because they grow so slowly I can never see them age. I grew up a quick pup, determined to see the world before my life passed. But when my humans leave, they come back smelling of places I could only dream of. How do they do all of this?
My world is the farm, and the woods outside it. Sometimes my humans take me on a long trip, where I meet other humans that look like my family. Their house is old and musty, and cramped enough that I barely have room to run. I don’t like it much, but it’s a change.
Sometimes, the world comes to me in the forms of new humans. The youngest kids always pull my tail and ears, and I have to howl and flee. The older ones scratch me, and it feels very nice. Some of them ignore me, which I guess is fine, but I miss the opportunity.
Maybe I won’t get to travel the world in my life. But I hope to see enough of it to make me happy.
Protect
Pickles 