Training the Pooch
“Stay! Stay… Staaaaay… Sit! No! Bad!”
In the background, she could hear the laughter resounding, and she grit her teeth, ignoring it. Taking the dog up by the chain, she once again leaned over and pressed on its hindquarters so that it was forced to sit. “Sit.” The animal stared up at her impatiently, tongue lolling. “Stay.”
And stood.
“Damnit!” Laughter rang true behind her, masculine and mocking, causing Kit’s jaw to clench and her hands to undo the chain linked to the dog’s collar. Spinning suddenly, the chain spun with her, whipping out of her hands. She smiled in triumph as she watched her brother go down in a heap.
Unfortunately for her, there was more than one male in her life.
“For someone who can command armies, it’s disappointing you can’t control one dog,” Risse’s deep voice rang beside her, amusement lacing his tone. Kit turned to look at the prince with disdain, scowling.
“Is that right? Then you try it, Highness.” She quirked a brow at him, crossing her arms, and waited as the stoic prince shrugged and looked at the dog.
“Sit.”
“…”
“…”
“…I hate you.”
“Comes with the territory.”
Hey,
There’s always something nice about writing and reading everyday situations with your characters. Through these situations many fine details concerning them are discovered, specially concerning their more simple sides, which in the end rounds the char up and makes them come alive.
Heh, I never thought Kit would have trouble with a dog. After all, she is a very determined person, to say the least. But I guess determination at times isn’t enough, eh?
Keep on writing,
- César