Lyla had just gotten a mischievous pet bulldog named Remmie only two months before Justin proposed to her.

Now, some people gasped and some laughed at the sight of Rimmie’s wedding-cake-covered face.

Lyla had made sure to lock Remmie in the bathroom before the wedding so that the bulldog wouldn’t cause any trouble. But Remmie was as smart as he was mischievous and pulled at the cloth that hung from the door handle allowing him to run freely around the house and backyard— where the wedding was held. But, when his nose picked up the scent of the expensive dark chocolate wedding cake, he did want any dog would do. He ran into the kitchen, hoped up onto the neatly decorated table, and ate the whole thing in a single gulp.

Now, Lyla was laughing along with a few others— she couldn’t stay mad at Remmie— while Justin was surly plotting his revenge against that dog.

“Did you get a good nap?” My boss asked me, I accidentally fell asleep on my desk during work. “Uhh sorry boss, I’m too tired from work” I agologized to him, as a penalty, he told me that I will need to attend a meeting and perform a presentation tomorrow. This news terrifies me, I’m incompetent at doing a presentation. I miserably went back home, my dog barked as he were trying to welcome me back home. I’m still single at the age of 33, my family doesn’t live with me, all that live with me in my house other than me is my dog. He is a enthusiastic dog, that is also the reason I pick him in the shop rather than other ones. One thing about him that troubled me is he always follow me outside the house if I didn’t tie him in home

Overnight I prepared and practice for my presentation, I lack confidence over my presentation skills. After a few hours of practice, I think I’m capable of performing the presentation tomorrow. I tiredly went to my bed and fell asleep. When I woke up I’m almost late for the presentation, I hurriedly ran to the company. But I didn’t noticed that something seems to be following me.

Fortunately, I arrived in time, I started to present. The audience was satisfied with my presentation. Just as my presentation was about to end, a dog jumped into the room and began to wreck havoc. Everyone scattered around the room after being surprised by this sudden interruption. When examined the dog clearly I realized that it was my dog who had ruined my presentation . It must be that I forgot to tie him in home. After this event ended, I apologize to everyone, thankfully they all accept my apologies.

May decided to bring her dog the psylocybin ritual. She had no choice after her boyfriend who was supposed to watch the dog over the weekend, decided to go on a last minute trip to Ohio. “Random trip, random place, I don’t even want to think about it” says Mary as she’s explains to her friend kat. I don’t know what to do! This is a spiritual sacred event and I need this awakening. I feel like he will distract everybody” “I think you’ll be fine.” Says Kat, “I mean a dog is considered man’s best friend. No way can it bring any harmful spirits.

Fast forward

A group of people are sitting in a circle around a bonfire. Everyone is spaced out as they’ve just injested the traditional edible. John is staring in to space with a blank face. His heart pounding and he looks scared. Dafney is feeling her skin. She laughs. Mary is laying on the ground staring at the sky. She rubs her hands on the grass and begins to smile. Kat shows an amazed look on her face as she sits in the grad with her legs crossed. Habibi, begins to speak again “welcome everyone, we have entered this sacred space together. Close you’re eyes and listen to the rhythm of your breath. When you open your eyes you will see your spirit gied…. Ready ? Open !” Everyone opens there eyes Kat you go first what do you see! Says habibi “I see a dog” says kat. Mary’s dog is face to face with Kat. Habibi continues “and what message is this he trying to give” I believe he’s trying to tell me ……. John starts to freak out, that’s not dog, it’s a demonic spirit !!!! Everybody run!!!! Kat looks back at the dog and see’s something completely different. She begins to scream and everyone starts to run! Kat hides behind the tree next to Mary “He’s right when I looked back at the dog I saw horns !!!!” “Mary is crouched in a fedle position “Why the hell whould he go to Ohio, problly yo see some bitch!” She whispers to her self. Dafney is now behind a Rock crouched in a feeder position “ my skin is melting”!!!!!!!

At exactly 4:30 am, the clamorous ringing jolts Lou awake. She hits a button on her actual alarm clock, since she doesn’t use her phone, and shuts it off.

What does she wake up so early for? Feeding her friends.

Even with a rough wake up call, she skips to the bathroom and gets herself ready first. Pulling back her blonde strands into a ponytail, she gears up for the big undertaking of feeding all the animals in the house.

It’s not a chore though. She loves making breakfast for them.

Setting all the bowls out, she pours, scoops, and dumps different foods into metal dishes. It is a loud process that gets the attention of the creatures in the house.

For today’s breakfast, she has a favor that she needs to ask.

Today is a family picnic with some of her extended members of the Haines pack. It’s not very often that they host anything at their home with all of her friends. Some of her family are not as keen on the animals. So it’s extremely important for this to go well.

“Ok everyone, best behaviors please!”

Ajax leads the group in promising her. She appreciates her effort. The ‘yeses’ and ‘ok’ and ‘okie dokies’ and ‘yeps’ do comfort her and reassure her that everything is going to be ok.

“Hey Lou.”

She yelps and nearly falls over if not for Snoopy behind her, keeping her steady. “Jones? What are you doing here?”

“You invited me to your picnic,” he said, eyebrows raising, acting like she forgot that she had done that. She can recall just fine. Just had a lapse of memory.

“But why are you here so early?”

“Greg told me to come at 5 am. Which I thought it was early, but he said you might want some help,” he answers, eying the lizard perched on the back of the couch.

“Greg!”

The lizard chuckled and stuck his long tongue out. She mirrors him.

“He was messing with you,” she points out.

Jones doesn’t seem fazed as he observes all of her furry and scaly friends. “You weren’t kidding when you said you love animals.”

“I don’t kid when it comes to my friends.”

Turning to Jones, the human is gone and a dark grey cat in his place. Jones jumps over to Ajax and they brush against one another like cats do. Then he leaps and in midair, he transforms into a wolf.

Ash, who was previously laying on the ground with a bone, perks up. “I like your friend Lou. He’s like us.” He bounds up and they pounce on one another. Like puppies.

Lou isn’t sure that she’s seen anything cuter.

So much so that she almost forgot about the human picnic. Almost.

OoOoO

“Lou!” She feels like she is being pulled in a million directions. Every human in a mile radius is calling for her.

Her Aunt Marlie pulls her by the elbow under the shade of a maple tree and asks, “Who’s that nice young man?”

She rubs her elbow where her aunt’s nails punctured her skin like claws. Her aunt is a bit nosy, so she shouldn’t be surprised.

“That’s my friend.”

“Well don’t be rude, introduce us!” She insists.

With her family not normally hosting these gatherings, her extended family haven’t really met any of her friends. She supposes that it is normal for them to question a new person.

Lou sighs and calls over Jones.

“Jones, this is my Aunt Marlie.” She swings her arms between the two. “Aunt Marlie, this is my friend Jones.”

Like a predator waiting to pounce, her aunt does, “Do you have a soulmate already? What is your ability?”

Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment at her aunt’s brashness. Why are humans so obsessed with soulmates and powers? Can’t they all just pet a cat or something? “Aunt Marlie! You shouldn’t just ask someone that.”

Instead of verbalizing the answer, Jones shapeshifts into a dog, a smaller lab like Scooby.

That would have been fine if it were anyone but Aunt Marlie. Who had been attacked when she was young by a big dog and therefore had a terrible phobia of dogs.

Aunt Marlie shrieks as loud as a lion. She stumbles away, knocking into the table, which of course topples over. The food that her mom stayed up all night to make belongs to the floor now. Lou has never seen such a mess before, and she has many animal friends that are not always clean.

Everyone gasps and hold their hands to their faces. No one moves, unsure what to do.

Jones, to his credit, immediately transforms back to human and apologizes several times while helping Aunt Marlie up. But the damage has been done.

Aunt Marlie slaps his hands away and attempts to push herself up. That only ends with her falling into the mess again until her Uncle Paul gets her up and ushers her to the bathroom.

The party tries to continue as if nothing weird happened, but it does break up after a half an hour.

After her mom, dad, brother, and Lou put the table and chairs away, she returns inside to her friends.

Woodstock flies over her head and lands on the back of the armchair. “It’s probably for the best that it didn’t go well.”

She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

“Woody’s right. Less people coming around,” Ajax purrs, rubbing against Lou’s legs.

“I didn’t like Aunt Marlie anyway,” Herbert comments from his tank, resting on his rock.

Lou giggles as she just hangs out with her friends. A fly buzzes near her ear. A normal person would swipe at the air, but she values every life. She just chooses to ignore it.

Then the fly is right in her face which makes her steps stutter and she falls into her couch.

The fly then grows bigger and it takes her mind a moment to catch up to realize it’s Jones.

The second he is in his human form, he apologizes profusely, “I am so sorry. I had no idea that would happen. But that doesn’t excuse what I did. I’m just sorry.”

She opens her mouth to accept his apology, but he keeps going.

“I didn’t know about Aunt Marlie. But I should’ve thought about it. Sometimes I do stupid things without thinking and this was one of them.”

Lou holds up her hand to silence him. His eyes are pleading, fixed on her, his hands practically clasped together in his begging. She decides to put him out of his misery.

“Don’t be. That was the funniest thing to ever happen. I don’t like family gatherings anyway.”

“And now I finally have you in my clutches!” The villain dramatically monologued to the poor hero taken prisoner in there own home. Once the villain knew the secret identity it was only a matter of time before this happened. Suddenly a girly shriek filled the room as the villain laid eyes upon the hero’s pet. A large yellow and white python slithered across the floor in between the two nemesis. The grunts holding the hero loosened their grip as they prepared to bolt. “What-is-that?” The villain whispered as they took two steps back. “Okay first, his name is Bob, be polite. And second, Bob is my pet. I was feeding him whenever you decided to come flying through the windows and descend from the ceiling on cables; Very impressive by the way because my insurance policy doesn’t cover evil ambushes!” “Your a good guy! I thought good guys had dogs! Not serpents!” “It’s a python,” The hero corrected him, still cocky as ever despite being currently on his knees at the villain’s mercy. The villain seemed to forget that the hero was at his mercy though as the python curled up around the hero,draping over their shoulders and letting its tongue smell the air in the odd way snakes do. The villain shuddered. The hero continued with his rant. “And I thought bad guys had white cats. Or maybe hairless ones? Scorpions? Sharks?” The villain shook his head at each of these. “You don’t have any pets? No wonder your so evil!”

I...I have it. The perfect weather model. It works, it actually works. I worked years on this, lost friends, lost love, almost lost my hair. But it was worth it. This model can forecast any weather condition, and it is 100 percent accurate (suck it, Phil.)

And now the moment of truth. I have to present my model, to prove that I am right. How many lives will I save? How many awards will I win? How much money will I make?

I take a deep breath, and ready myself for my presentation. I know I should have back everything up, but...nah, I have this.

“Hey, Fluffy, wanna come for a ride?” I ask my furry friend. My only friend during these long hours of research. She looks at me with disdain, but doesn’t struggle when I put her in the carrier. We take off.

We arrive at the University, and I set up. I let Fluffy out, and she curls up on a chair. Okay, time to shine!!

I’m really getting into my presentation, and they seem to be believing me. As well they should, I am right! One skeptic asks me to point out something on the screen behind me, he can’t quite see what I am referencing. I grab my laser pointer to point out the equation in question.

You can tell what happens next.

At that moment Fluffy chooses to wake up. She sees were arch-rival, the Red Dot of Doom, and pounces. On the podium. Knocking over my glass of water. On to my laptop.

Hisssssss.......spark. Silence. Remember how I said there was no back up?

The model is gone.

Fluffy grooms her fur.

Back to trusting a groundhog. And the Euro.

Taking a stroll, Jamie Greenbell was walking his stalker through the forest. Stalkers are a large cat species and this particular kind are mostly found in the forests where they are more attuned to the forest spirit. Sadly, they were also endangered. Jamie was a ranger and with his trusty bow strapped on his back, he felt very safe to be in the company of this animal. He had charmed it. Being his first pet, he felt a strong symbiosis with it. The stalker would look a him for approval when it had brought him a particular putrid looking rat. He didn’t scold or praise him as to not cause a disruption to his natural behaviour as well not encourage more gifts.

They reached the village in the forest of which there was a gathering in the centre. A few cabins surrounded a fire pit formed within a circular placement of stone slabs. As he approached, he noticed there was a competition in progress. Jamie became excited and curious. Perhaps an archery contest or a challenge requiring a feat of strength. Sometimes there were competitions for pets to show off their strength, agility or cunning.

It turned out to be a blanket weaving competition. Elaborate, ornate, colourful and full of patterns. They looked like great additions to a home. His stalker seemed to approve because quite suddenly he was jumping and pouncing across the blankets. His claws gripping and tearing the once beautiful creations into a material mess. A few old women shouted at the cat and began waving sticks. An old woman who was competing fainted and Jamie felt things were going out of control. Especially when a few of the men drew their swords.

Jamie whistled his fingers and his stalker returned to him. Sad to have to leave the soft blankets behind.

“I think we better go.” Jamie said to his animal companion.

“I can’t believe he ripped up my favorite pair of white sneakers! Such a dumb dog.” I rolled my eyes and laid down on my twin size bed. “How could he do this right before my first date! Life just isn’t fair!” I turned over to look at the clock which read five to three. “Blimey I’m going to be late!” I jumped up to get ready as quick as I could. And very sadly i said “Well I guess I will just have to wear a different pair”

I shut my eye for a brief moment It was already happening when I opened my eyes. All the sounds disappeared, and everything was so clear as though time paused. I kept them open purely out of shock, felt this stinging like razors from forcing my self to keep my eyes open. I wish I didn’t open my eyes then this memory wouldn’t play in my head. The after math was more disastrous. My cheeks still burned red and my heart dug self loathing holes deeper just thinking about it. I thought it had proper training, training was the least of my problems now since I had some explaining to do. The thing was I couldn’t think of any explanation for that. Why couldn’t pets come up with they’re own explanations. I thought back to it. “God damn it” I remembered my dog leaping up to the guests and barking bewildered blabber and the guests were threatened like human prey. Whist I stood there next to the bbq, frozen in shock wondering how in gods world did that stupid dog get out the house! 😤

"Miiike!! Come get your dog," I complained as I watched a scruffy brown dog tare through my expensive zen garden. "Miiiike!!!!"

I looked around where I was standing, trying to find something to swat him away, but nothing was in reach. Then for a moment, I spotted the garden hose and lunged for it. Turning on the water, I pointed the nozzle towards the beast and watched as it ran wild. Sometime after, time went on as I got caught up in running him out of my garden. Horrified at the site, I turned the water off and stared at the overwatered mess I called a garden. Water, mud, dirt, dead flowers. My hard work was ruined, and the beast stared at me with his teeth bearing.

I went over and grabbed the dog by his collar, shaking him as he was suspended in mid air. I glared fiercely at the dog, and he glared back. But then, something else happened that was extremely embarrassing.

I totally forgot about the viewing of my house. When the home owners came and looked into the disaster, I wanted to dig myself into a hole. This was not how I planned it to go.

"What is going on here!?"

"What happened??"

"Sam! Bad boy!"

I had let the dog drop to the ground as I stared into three pairs of eyes.

"Guys, this is Michael McAllister. He's my neighbor," I said numbly. "His dog came into my yard and ransacked through my flowerbeds like a maniac. I am so sorry for making you guys come if I knew this was gonna happen. Michael, you need control of that mut."