Dog bites dog: Scratchy's version
June 27th 2009 02:36
I'll never understand bitches.
See, there's one I've met a couple of times at the park. Her human calls her Tiger but Short Black calls her Little Brindle. I like Tiger.
She looks like me but that's not why I like her. I like her, I think, because, well ... aw, I don't know, I can't think of the right words.
I can't think of any words at all when I see her. I get all-tongue tied . When she runs I'm okay though. I know how to do that.
That's what she did two mornings ago and I chased her and it was so much fun. But then, I don't know why, I got excited and gave her a nip except it was way too hard and I hurt her.
And she got annoyed — very, very annoyed — and bit me back. She bit me harder than I bit her, and in a much more sensitive spot. I mean, you don't know pain until someone sinks teeth into your nose.
But worse, much worse, was the realisation of what an idiot I'd been. I'd bitten the bitch I fancied.
I really needed some quiet time then; I wanted to hide my face because for a moment there I thought I might ...
Anyway, I found a quiet corner and stood there cursing my stupidity when — you'll never believe this — she came over and said she hoped she hadn't hurt me too much. I couldn't stop myself then — there was a rush of feelings and a tear or two squeezed out and do you know what she did? She just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, and said it was okay.
I can't stop thinking about her.
Hey, wouldn't it be cool if the bite on my nose turned into a scar and then I'd have a permanent reminder of her.
Previously: Little Boss's version of the story, Daisy's version of the story
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