*written August 26*
As the end of our vacation tentatively nears closer, the more puppies we see. For example, for the past three days, I've been seeing this shaggy black dog. It's really awfully tiny, but long and stout. It's hair disguises it's face so all you can see is this perfect, tiny little pink tongue sticking out. And the cutest thing of all about it: the way it runs. See, this dog is so tiny that it's legs aren't really long enough to carry itself and run like a typical dog. And when it ran... I kid you not... it hopped. Just like a bunny. Literally. Cutest thing.
So this morning (after quite some nagging from my mom), I took the dog, Molly, out for a walk. We walked down the hill, she did her poopies, all that shiz.... and as we walked back toward the house, I saw a little brown (dog) nose stick out behind the shrubs from the driveway down the block. Then the jingle of the pendants on a collar. Molly, being the social canine she is, pulled toward this dog, but I just assumed that it had an invisible fence or something to restrict it from going past the driveway, so I tugged Molly away and we continued our stroll back home.
But I guess not. You've heard of an outdoor cat, right? This was an outdoor dog, I guess. I got a better view of her- chocolate brown, somewhat small but not too big or too tiny, with a baby pink collar. And I turned around as Molly started to bark, but the Mystery Dog had stopped, so I just assumed that it was going to go back. When we reached the house, the dog [seemed] to be gone. I shut the door behind me and went to finish my book (Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children - read it!!!). Molly started to bark and jumped up at the door, ruefully peeking down the window.
"What the hell could that be?" I muttered to myself.
I looked through the window...
And there was the dog.
I wanted to do something, but it bolted for our porch (with the view of the ocean), where my mom was sitting in a reclining outdoor chair reading on her kindle. Molly's bone was out there, and the dog grabbed the bone. Meanwhile, Molly was at the window, barking like there was no tomorrow. Mystery Dog peed on the porch (out of excitement, I guess?). I tried to get a look at her name on her collar, but she was too quick. She dropped the bone and started to head back to her house. With a sigh, I sat on the bench to join my mom.
Suddenly, the dog came running back, grabbed Molly's bone, and ran home.
The little thief.
