As a child I was argumentative to say the least. My parents would always have a hard time punishing me because I would inevitably find a loophole in their punishment.
They would tell me that I was grounded for an entire week but by the weekend I would be out getting into more trouble. Luckily what a week is in reality was different from my parents thought.
Actually pulling things over on them wasn’t really all that hard and I found I could do the same thing with teachers, vice-principals security guards and boyfriends to name a few. I was always able to twist things in my favor. Detention? No I would just have to work out extra hard in the gymnastics practice.. Was I stealing that magazine, even though it is clearly in my hands walking out of the store, some boy across the mall gave it to me. These were a few things that I managed to do.
I still am able to word things in a way that I always have an out. I always thought this would make me a fantastic lawyer.
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The Kindness of Stranger – Daily Prompt
I’m older and slower then the other dogs here and it’s hard for me see. Sometimes I miss with my tongue when trying to kiss people, they has flavor but I just hit the holes in the gate. I’m 15 years old and cry a lot at night. I’m lonely. All my cage mates are gone. I can still smell the humans coming through though. Sometimes they don’t even stop by to see me.
I love my daily walk I get fresh air and when I see Jack come to take me for a walk I am excited. He starts taking me a different way and I start to shiver and quake with excitement. It makes me pee a little by accident on the floor. Jack understands though.
I’m taken to a room with 3 strange humans. A male, A female and one that is smaller then me! My tail starts wagging and I get a lot of pets. This is so much fun and feels good. I can hear them talking but the only words I understand are walk, drive, food, good.
The male reaches down to attach a leash to my collar and Jack bends down looking me in the eyes. He looks happy and says good boy! I’m a good boy! They start taking me away from Jack I am afraid and excited. We are going in a car!! I love hanging my head out of the window.
It’s a short trip and then we go into a building. It smells like people and a strange dog. A young pup comes up to me, smelling me and licking at me. I remember to be patient. They let me off the leash and I cautiously explore, finding a big comfy cushion to lie on. They call me a good boy and say the word home. I think I’m staying here. I nervously look around and close my eyes and sleep as I think of the word home.
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