Melly and Jack both rose early on a Saturday morning, squabbling for the shower to get ready for work, as per usual. Jack somehow swindled his way into getting to go first, and Melly played with their four month old German Shepard puppy as she waited for the shower to free up. After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally her turn and she told Jasper to be a good boy and chew his bone in the corner. Jasper grumbled, talking back with sass. What a little bastard.

Dance music blasted as Melly took her time in the shower; much longer than Jack. She tried not to slip as she danced while scrubbing her body with rose scented body wash and a loofah. She heard some loud banging and crashing from outside, but decided it was probably Jack watching a stupid action movie again and shaved her legs with meticulousness, being sure not to miss any hair patches.

After about an hour and a half of exfoliating, shaving, and scrubbing, Melly was finally done with her shower and oiled with scented lotions. Her hair was blown dry and lustrous, the tips saturated in a glossy oil. Her dark hair stood out against her light-colored skin and complemented her pleasingly. She opened the bathroom door and steam escaped it, cool air hitting her warm skin. She turned the corner to go inside the kitchen and saw what seemed to be where a tornado took place. Trash scattered everywhere, tissue ripped to shreds, a glass cup shattered on the floor, shards daring a bare foot to mistakenly step onto them. The fridge was open, unidentifiable, red liquid spilling out of it onto the hardwood kitchen floor. An absolute disaster had occurred, and Melly was terrified to even see what mishaps the living room held for her.

She stopped the messy leakage as best she could and put some towels on the floor, moving quickly to the living room where a bag of cool ranch Doritos had been opened up, probably stolen from the cabinet in the kitchen. The guilty culprit laid angelically on the lime-green cashmere couch. He had his face in his paws, appearing to be hiding from Melly shyly, but she knew better. Jasper was the one to blame for the mess, and she had just cleaned not one day ago. Melly was livid, even more so as she noticed Jasper laid his head on a fluffy new pillow she had ordered from Amazon. It was ripped open, and covered in Doritos crumbs.

“Jasper, you Bastard!”

Melly exclaimed, and he made a run for it. His swift legs flung out in front of him and behind rapidly, as he desperately tried to escape his owners capture and wrath. He jumped up when he reached the bedroom door, pushing it open and sprinting under the bed. Melly caught up and squatted down on her hands and knees, peeking her head underneath the bed as Jack still somehow laid peacefully sleeping on the bed, She yanked her young puppy out from under the bed as he yelped in anguish. She scooped up the guilty pup in her hands, and his tail was between his legs, his ears down and back behind his head in shame.

“Are you kidding me? You did a bad AND you ran from me???”

Melly scolded the dog, carrying him to his kennel. She pried the metal doors open with a quickness, and put him directly in front of it.

“Now you go in there and think about what you did!” She exclaimed furiously.

Jasper huffed in exasperation and grumbled, seemingly annoyed to have been caught red handed and punished for his actions. He sauntered into his cage with his head down, defeated. Melly swatted him once on the butt, not too gently to where it felt like a pat and not hard enough to be considered a spank.

“Don’t you talk back!” Melly protested, shutting the doors of his time out box and covering it with a blanket. Jack rose suddenly, coming out of the room in his light-blue boxer briefs, covered in a tan blanket like a tortilla to a burrito.

“Hey baby, what’d I miss?” Jack interrogated groggily, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. Melly rolled her eyes and sighed, much like her annoyed pup only minutes ago and plopped on her lazy boy in exasperation.

“Oh, nothing babe, just the dog terrorizing the house again.”