(March 30, 2011)
(Scar here, this was a completely unexpected event here. Anyway, I thought I'd tell this one from my point of view)
I watched in amazement as he drove. He seemed so calm, so composed. He looked ready for anything.
I saw him take his hand off the car's steering wheel and drop it to a lever between us.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.
"It's called a gearshift," he said. "It helps the car go faster."
"That's cool," I said, giving him a grin.
He grinned back at me. "Wanna see something cool?" I was slightly worried, but I nodded. He gripped the shifting thing and stomped on something.
The car, which was called a Viper, jumped forward, throwing me back in the seat. There was a loud screech and suddenly, we were moving sideways. I howled from the noise.
The car slowed as Colby looked at me.
I held my paws over my ears to block out the hideous scream.
"What's wrong?" he asked me as the car stopped.
"That was a loud noise," I whimpered. "It hurt."
He looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, Scar. I won't do that again." He started driving again, careful to keep the tires silent.
I beamed at him.
Eventually, we parked at a big tan building with the words "Pet Store" on them. I asked Colby what we were doing here.
"We're getting some stuff. Like a collar, alama and a tag with your name on it," he said.
"What's a collar?" I asked, my face screwed up in confusion.
Instead of answering, he led me through the store to an aisle where the walls were covered with strips of cloth in various colors and sizes.
"These are collars," he said, taking one off the wall. "They go around your neck."
He held up the one in his hands for me to look at. It was brown and smelled faintly of cows. I allowed him to put it around my neck.
"It looks good," he alisema happily, moving around me to look at it. "Does it feel too tight?"
I moved around to see.
"It feels fine. Can I see what I look like?" I asked.
He pulled his phone and snapped a quick pic.
"I like it!" I alisema excitedly.
He smiled at me.
"Let's go look at the tags," he said. I followed him an aisle over, where there was a huge collection of metal shapes. I homed in on one that had a paw print on the front.
"What about this one?" I alisema as I pulled it off the rack.
He took it and had a look at it. I could tell kwa his facial expression that it wasn't his favorite, but he didn't say so. What he alisema instead was, "It looks pretty cool."
"If wewe don't like it, I'll pick a different one," I said.
"Scar, this is for you. wewe get to pick."
"Are wewe sure?" I asked.
He insisted that he was. I kept the collar, alama on and he carried the paw print tag as we went and looked at the inayofuata item on the list, which Colby called a kiti, kiti cha ukanda harness.
He held one up for my inspection. It was the most convoluted thing I'd ever seen, a maze of straps and clips that couldn't be the least bit comfortable. But I allowed him to put it on me.
Surprisingly, it actually was pretty nice. He told me that it was supposed to hold me in place in the car. I agreed with him on that it was a good idea.
We got a few zaidi things and went to pay for them. After that, he got the paw print tag changed to have my name and his address on it.
Colby took the collar, alama off to get the sticker off and put the tag on it, then put it back on.
"You look radiant," he said, making me blush.
From the store, we went back to the house for lunch and to drop off what he'd bought. He had a long tube of mkate with stuff in it that he called a submarine sandwich, sandwichi and made me a steak, in the style he called rare. When I asked him what the difference was, he explained that rare steak, mnofu was still bloody and well done was cooked all the way through. I had thought that it meant that the steak, mnofu was hard to find.
It was nice and tasty. I went to wash the blood of my muzzle and when I came out, he was conked out on the couch.
I laughed at him and went to lay down on a chair.
He wasn't asleep for very long. After about ten minutes, he woke with a start, seeming very disoriented. He came back down to earth pretty fast and asked me if I wanted to go to the park, which I readily agreed to. I loved being outside and running around.
We changed cars to another small, fast looking car called a "Nissan Gee Tee Are Speck Five". He turned it on and I was surprised kwa the sound it made. It sounded nothing like the other one. The fira, viper was a loud roaring sound, but this was a quiet whir. This car couldn't go very fast.
He backed it out of the karakana and onto the road.
Here, my misconception of this Gee Tee Are was immediately shattered. When he hammered on the gas pedal, the car leapt mbele faster than the fira, viper had. The whir increased in volume and changed to a muted howl, but there was a distinct whistling sound.
Colby alisema it was called a turbo.
I liked this car. It rode better than the fira, viper had.
We got to the park a little bit later and parked. Colby let me out of the kuunganisha thing and I ran around to burn off some of my nervous energy. A dog came up to me. He was about my size, but furrier and black and tan.
"My name's Cujo," alisema the dog.
"I'm Scar," I alisema back. "Wanna play?"
He readily agreed to that.
We started wrestling around and I heard Colby yell from where he was sitting, "Be careful, Scar!"
I yelled back that I would and resumed wrestling with Cujo.
We had been wrestling for a half saa when I felt his paw brush the spot right in front of my hind leg. I assumed it was an accident and paid it no mind. Big mistake.
I felt the other paw hit the same spot on my other side and knew instantly what was going on. I whipped around and snapped at the air inayofuata to his muzzle to make him back off. Another big mistake.
"You're going to pay for that," he snarled in my ear. Before I could move, he'd grasped me there again.
I managed to get away, but before I could run to Colby, he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I yelped loudly.
"Scar!" Colby yelled as he jumped to his feet.
"I got it!" I yelled back. "I can handle it."
He stayed standing, but didn't move.
"Are wewe sure wewe want to tango with me?" I asked Cujo menacingly. "You've got about... Oh... Five sekunde to hit the road before I start wailing on you."
He laughed. Just stood there and laughed. To be a little fair, I gave him the five seconds, then sprang in and closed my jaws around his forepaw. It shattered with a painful-sounding crack.
The laughter died to be immediately replaced with howling in agony. I didn't stop there.
I grabbed him kwa the muzzle, flipped him over, and slammed him down on his back. The impact of his head on the ground dazed him, which gave me the opening I needed. I stomped on his jaw with my hind legs, which dislodged zaidi than a few teeth. I also opened up a few decent sized gashes on his sides and belly. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make sure he wouldn't be molesting anyone else for a long time. My shoulder spiked with pain when I moved it.
I spat on the ground inayofuata to his face.
He didn't say anything as I walked off, indifferent to the dog that I had just devastated.
I got to Colby, wincing whenever my front right paw hit the ground. He got down on his knees and took a look. I stood there, not speaking. I felt him touch the wound and my body tensed.
"Scar, that's a nasty bite," he said. "What happened out there?"
I really didn't want to tell him, so I came up with a plausible alternative. I would tell him the truth later.
"He alisema something mean about you. I snapped at his muzzle and he bit me."
Colby showed me his hands. They were slick with my blood. I twisted my head to look at it, but could barely see it. But I could feel my blood dripping through my fur. Suddenly I felt a little dizzy and I alisema so.
He made me lay down and went to get something from the car.
When he got back, he was carrying a white box with a red kuvuka, msalaba on the front. He opened it and took out a white square that he put on the wound and secured in place with a few strips of sticky cloth.
He cleaned the blood off his hands as best he could and bundled me into the Gee Tee Are.
(Scar here, this was a completely unexpected event here. Anyway, I thought I'd tell this one from my point of view)
I watched in amazement as he drove. He seemed so calm, so composed. He looked ready for anything.
I saw him take his hand off the car's steering wheel and drop it to a lever between us.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.
"It's called a gearshift," he said. "It helps the car go faster."
"That's cool," I said, giving him a grin.
He grinned back at me. "Wanna see something cool?" I was slightly worried, but I nodded. He gripped the shifting thing and stomped on something.
The car, which was called a Viper, jumped forward, throwing me back in the seat. There was a loud screech and suddenly, we were moving sideways. I howled from the noise.
The car slowed as Colby looked at me.
I held my paws over my ears to block out the hideous scream.
"What's wrong?" he asked me as the car stopped.
"That was a loud noise," I whimpered. "It hurt."
He looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, Scar. I won't do that again." He started driving again, careful to keep the tires silent.
I beamed at him.
Eventually, we parked at a big tan building with the words "Pet Store" on them. I asked Colby what we were doing here.
"We're getting some stuff. Like a collar, alama and a tag with your name on it," he said.
"What's a collar?" I asked, my face screwed up in confusion.
Instead of answering, he led me through the store to an aisle where the walls were covered with strips of cloth in various colors and sizes.
"These are collars," he said, taking one off the wall. "They go around your neck."
He held up the one in his hands for me to look at. It was brown and smelled faintly of cows. I allowed him to put it around my neck.
"It looks good," he alisema happily, moving around me to look at it. "Does it feel too tight?"
I moved around to see.
"It feels fine. Can I see what I look like?" I asked.
He pulled his phone and snapped a quick pic.
"I like it!" I alisema excitedly.
He smiled at me.
"Let's go look at the tags," he said. I followed him an aisle over, where there was a huge collection of metal shapes. I homed in on one that had a paw print on the front.
"What about this one?" I alisema as I pulled it off the rack.
He took it and had a look at it. I could tell kwa his facial expression that it wasn't his favorite, but he didn't say so. What he alisema instead was, "It looks pretty cool."
"If wewe don't like it, I'll pick a different one," I said.
"Scar, this is for you. wewe get to pick."
"Are wewe sure?" I asked.
He insisted that he was. I kept the collar, alama on and he carried the paw print tag as we went and looked at the inayofuata item on the list, which Colby called a kiti, kiti cha ukanda harness.
He held one up for my inspection. It was the most convoluted thing I'd ever seen, a maze of straps and clips that couldn't be the least bit comfortable. But I allowed him to put it on me.
Surprisingly, it actually was pretty nice. He told me that it was supposed to hold me in place in the car. I agreed with him on that it was a good idea.
We got a few zaidi things and went to pay for them. After that, he got the paw print tag changed to have my name and his address on it.
Colby took the collar, alama off to get the sticker off and put the tag on it, then put it back on.
"You look radiant," he said, making me blush.
From the store, we went back to the house for lunch and to drop off what he'd bought. He had a long tube of mkate with stuff in it that he called a submarine sandwich, sandwichi and made me a steak, in the style he called rare. When I asked him what the difference was, he explained that rare steak, mnofu was still bloody and well done was cooked all the way through. I had thought that it meant that the steak, mnofu was hard to find.
It was nice and tasty. I went to wash the blood of my muzzle and when I came out, he was conked out on the couch.
I laughed at him and went to lay down on a chair.
He wasn't asleep for very long. After about ten minutes, he woke with a start, seeming very disoriented. He came back down to earth pretty fast and asked me if I wanted to go to the park, which I readily agreed to. I loved being outside and running around.
We changed cars to another small, fast looking car called a "Nissan Gee Tee Are Speck Five". He turned it on and I was surprised kwa the sound it made. It sounded nothing like the other one. The fira, viper was a loud roaring sound, but this was a quiet whir. This car couldn't go very fast.
He backed it out of the karakana and onto the road.
Here, my misconception of this Gee Tee Are was immediately shattered. When he hammered on the gas pedal, the car leapt mbele faster than the fira, viper had. The whir increased in volume and changed to a muted howl, but there was a distinct whistling sound.
Colby alisema it was called a turbo.
I liked this car. It rode better than the fira, viper had.
We got to the park a little bit later and parked. Colby let me out of the kuunganisha thing and I ran around to burn off some of my nervous energy. A dog came up to me. He was about my size, but furrier and black and tan.
"My name's Cujo," alisema the dog.
"I'm Scar," I alisema back. "Wanna play?"
He readily agreed to that.
We started wrestling around and I heard Colby yell from where he was sitting, "Be careful, Scar!"
I yelled back that I would and resumed wrestling with Cujo.
We had been wrestling for a half saa when I felt his paw brush the spot right in front of my hind leg. I assumed it was an accident and paid it no mind. Big mistake.
I felt the other paw hit the same spot on my other side and knew instantly what was going on. I whipped around and snapped at the air inayofuata to his muzzle to make him back off. Another big mistake.
"You're going to pay for that," he snarled in my ear. Before I could move, he'd grasped me there again.
I managed to get away, but before I could run to Colby, he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I yelped loudly.
"Scar!" Colby yelled as he jumped to his feet.
"I got it!" I yelled back. "I can handle it."
He stayed standing, but didn't move.
"Are wewe sure wewe want to tango with me?" I asked Cujo menacingly. "You've got about... Oh... Five sekunde to hit the road before I start wailing on you."
He laughed. Just stood there and laughed. To be a little fair, I gave him the five seconds, then sprang in and closed my jaws around his forepaw. It shattered with a painful-sounding crack.
The laughter died to be immediately replaced with howling in agony. I didn't stop there.
I grabbed him kwa the muzzle, flipped him over, and slammed him down on his back. The impact of his head on the ground dazed him, which gave me the opening I needed. I stomped on his jaw with my hind legs, which dislodged zaidi than a few teeth. I also opened up a few decent sized gashes on his sides and belly. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make sure he wouldn't be molesting anyone else for a long time. My shoulder spiked with pain when I moved it.
I spat on the ground inayofuata to his face.
He didn't say anything as I walked off, indifferent to the dog that I had just devastated.
I got to Colby, wincing whenever my front right paw hit the ground. He got down on his knees and took a look. I stood there, not speaking. I felt him touch the wound and my body tensed.
"Scar, that's a nasty bite," he said. "What happened out there?"
I really didn't want to tell him, so I came up with a plausible alternative. I would tell him the truth later.
"He alisema something mean about you. I snapped at his muzzle and he bit me."
Colby showed me his hands. They were slick with my blood. I twisted my head to look at it, but could barely see it. But I could feel my blood dripping through my fur. Suddenly I felt a little dizzy and I alisema so.
He made me lay down and went to get something from the car.
When he got back, he was carrying a white box with a red kuvuka, msalaba on the front. He opened it and took out a white square that he put on the wound and secured in place with a few strips of sticky cloth.
He cleaned the blood off his hands as best he could and bundled me into the Gee Tee Are.