Hook, Line and Sinker (ON HOLD)

4-Puppy Love! <3

Chapter 4

Now what I ought to be doing is get myself busier than ever.

Forget about the two distractions in my summer life right now.

I should have placed some limits for my flirting a thousand miles ago.

But now that the damage has been done, I’m back to dodging them both.

Then a shrill voice shuttered my deep thinking.

“Somebody needs to get up and take a bath. It stinks in this room already.”

I love my Vanessa and all, don’t get me wrong.

I’m thankful for her giving birth to me. But sometimes it’s too much.

I chose to ignore her.

“Mmmmpft.”

That’s the language I use with my pillow.

It makes sense right? NOT.

So I kicked the blankets off of me.

Never mind making up my bed.

I’m just going to sleep again later anyway.

What’s the use?

“Mom, have you seen my pink Cami sweater and my new tank top?”

I should place homing devices on each pair of clothing I have because they just love playing hide and seek with me.

It’s Friday.

Am all-set and ready to face the last day of the week at the beach with a poker face and a cold heart.

I am really hoping I can get through this day.

Even if I have to let my pride run the show for a while.

As I was sweeping the dust particles and lots of other junk from the inside of the pool shed, I heard a soft thud.

I thought at first that it was just my foot that hit a bucket lying near me on the floor.

Then it happened again.

And again.

Then was followed by a soft whimper.

One sound is justifiable, but hearing it repeat itself?

No, thank you. I didn’t want to creep myself out by thinking about scary thoughts about it so I decided to find the source of the said noise.

I finally found it.

Part of my guess was right.

The noise involved a bucket.

Mr Thump-Maker was apparently a cute little shaky puppy trapped underneath a bucket lying face down.

It was trying to get out but couldn’t, due to its very fragile and weak body.

 Maybe it was also calling me for help. He-he. I can hear animal's thoughts.

Just kidding.

Aww, look at that cute little puuuuppppy. 

“Hey cute one, how did you get here?”

I asked as I gently and carefully picked it up.

It was scrawny-looking and downright dirty and I suddenly wondered where the hell it came from and what was it doing in the resort.

Surely the guests know the policy here?

That pets are allowed only if they are near or within their owners’ supervision?