by OutdatedBoombox » Wed May 27, 2015 5:32 am
Story for Registration!!!
I pull into a drive, somewhere out in the countryside. It’s a gorgeous day. I look at the sign, “Unwavering Mudi Adopt Association”, and grin. One of my horses kicks in the trailer in the back, and I lean out to shout at her. The palomino mare quiets. I drive up and park before getting out of the truck. An albino Mudi dashes over to greet me.
“Heyy, Kitty! I’ve heard about you.” The dog’s tail wags as I say her name. Her owner approaches.
“Ah, you’re here. Bickslow’s been waiting all day.” she says.
I grin sheepishly, “Had some horse problems, Sorry.”
Gator motions to me and leads me to the beautiful black merle Mudi I had bought as a puppy, but was only just now bringing home. The dog growls a little bit at first, but then sniffs me and whines happily. She recognizes my scent. I’ve been sending old clothes for the pup to sleep with so she can recognize me.
“Hey, Bickslow. My beautiful girl! You’ve gotten so big!” I ruffle the thick fur at her neck and she licks at my face. I laugh warmly. Bickslow’s fluffy tail wags rapidly as I put a collar onto her and clip on the leash. She turns and tugs at it with her teeth.
“No, Bickslow.” I sharply reprimand her. She stops.
I lead her to the truck and coax her into the passenger seat. She leaps in with astonishing grace.
About four and half hours later, including about five stops for food and bathroom, We’ve made it to the kennel, right next my my stables. Bickslow jumps from the passenger seat and tries to run off, only to choke herself on the collar. I go and unload Maggie from the trailer, lead rope in one hand, leash in the other. I turn the mare out with the herd and Bickslow strains to run after them. I restrain her.
“Not today, sweety.” I lead her to the house, an old, haunted two-story thing that I painted blue. She immediately starts barking at the upper left window.
“Komme, Bickslow. Don’t scare the ghosts.” I chuckle. I currently share this residence with a lizard, a tortoise, multiple aether guides, more than 20 horses of multiple breeds, and three ghosts. One small colorful one that lives in a perfume bottle, a young woman, and a little boy. They’re decent roommates. Bickslow whines slightly but enters the house without a fuss. A chandelier swings slightly but nothing else happens. I let Bickslow off of the leash to sniff around while I sit at the kitchen table to read over and file her papers.
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OutdatedBoombox on Fri May 29, 2015 1:18 pm, edited 1 time in total.
