I'm Owned By a Dog

A true short story based on me- and the dog that owns me.

I am owned by a dog. I'm serious. Officially. She sat on my lap and that was that.

It's not even a big dog. She's just a tiny white jack russel with long, soft fur and a tail as long as a pencil (well, it's mostly hair) and big brown eyes. Her name is Sammy, and she's not even mine. But she owns me.

Here's the deal.

I was babysitting my little brother and his friend, who was sleeping over. I had just given the family dog, Kcasey, and my sister's dog, Sammy, a treat. They both loved the colorful bone-shaped Milk Bone ones. Afterwards, my parents arrived home and I sat patiently explaining the details of the boys' countless arguments and stubborn bored attempts at tiny games.

Tired, I sat down wearily on the stairs that lead to the back door from my kitchen. I called for Kcasey to come over so I could stroke her a little, but as usual, stubborn little Sammy got jealous. She came bounding towards me and leaped from the top of the stairs on to my lap. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, she sat down in an attempt to claim me and looked proudly at me as if her own mind had generated me in to being.

I groaned playfully.

Sammy blinked and, wagging her tail, started to cover my face in licks.

Soon, I smelled like dog slobber and licking my lips meant the taste of both dog fur and... soap. Yeah, her tongue tastes like soap.

And that is the story of the dog that owns me.

Author's Note

This is a true story xD

Reviews

[Aimee]

Haha, that was so cute.
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"Sammy blinked and, wagging her tail, started to cover my face in licks."
That made me giggle. ^_^