The Dog (pt 13)
Posted on | May 12, 2010 | Comments Off
She woke up early, frustrated she couldn’t stay lost in dreamland for a little while longer. The smell of breakfast wafted up from downstairs and her curiosity got the best of her and she put on her robe and fuzzy blue slippers and went down to explore.
On the table was a breakfast fit for a Queen. Bacon and eggs, toast, hash browns, and orange juice sat on the properly set table complete with cloth napkin and a flower in a vase. Everything was still hot and she sat down to eat as Doone walked up with a grin.
“Enjoy your breakfast Mistress” Doone said with a smirk.
“Um, thank you, how did you….nevermind, thank you.”
She was hungry and ate as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks and it was good. She finished up quickly and did all the dishes, a small price to pay to have breakfast waiting for her when she came down.
She let Doone out and watched the squirrels eat out of the neighbor’s bird feeder as the birds dive bombed trying to get their own chance at the bird food originally intended for them. It was quite the amusing site actually.
She wanted to talk to Doone, to know more about him and his, um, abilities, but she figured he would share in his own good time. She was still trying to figure it all out in her head, and maybe it was best she didn’t know. This was all getting a bit too outrageous for even her wacky mind.
She curled up on the couch and thought about what she had to do today. A trip the the library, a trip to the mall for some pantyhose. Maybe a trip to get something special for Doone, although she wasn’t sure what. Dog treats seemed the wrong answer. Something from the gourmet food section might be more appropriate.
It was chilly today…she’d definitely have to pick a hat to wear out on her errands. Something fun and artsy. She was definitely addicted to hats now. Guess there were worse things she could be addicted to.
Maybe she could get a few more winks before she officially started her day. . .