Akita Adventures, Part 1

January 2, 2008

I have writer’s block. This is hard. What the heck was I thinking? 200 words a day. Heck, I think I will just type “Blech” over and over until the word count reaches 200. Capital idea! Dammit, I can’t start cheating as of day two. Cheating is reserved for Day 10. Okay, here goes. I will try my hand at fiction today:

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Jacky, the Beautiful and Smart and Modest and Noble Akita, awoke early this morning because his Deranged Human Mommy (DHM) needed to get to work early. After his daily dose of overzealous puppy kisses, ear smooshing and scratching, and hugs, DHM fixed Jacky a breakfast of beef stew and rice. She freshened his water bowl, and then, coffee in hand, raptly watched Jacky dine, “awwing” as she admired his beautiful, minky ears that twitched with every bite. Aside from the “awwing” the only other sounds filling the kitchen were Jacky’s eating, and the occasional click of his nails against the kitchen floor as he shifted eating positions. DHM finished her coffee, and after yet another round of puppy adoration, bade him goodbye.

Alone at last! Jacky thought, I love Mummy, but she is a little too clingy. And I think she has a weird fetish for my ears. Jacky lapped at his water bowl languidly, splashing drops of water on the kitchen floor. Sated, he padded over to his favorite spot by the sofa. Where is Squeaky Pandie? he thought. I could have sworn I had flung him here last night. He sniffed the carpet. Paaaaandie! He began to whimper.