Locky

When I walk in the lounge and all the lights are out I suddenly see two shiny black dots move around the room.They’re moving everywhere almost unable to be catched. I realised that I have seen these before. It's Lockys beady eyes. He rubs his head against my leg as a sign of he wants the light on. I flick the switch and turn around to see Locky rolling around on the floor. His black and white curls seem like he has been coughed on by the fire and ashes have gone everywhere. His wagging tail shows me that he is happy to see me and wants a pat. I look at his long curls that droop to the floor and wonder if it’s time to get a haircut. I only came out to get a drink of water so I turn off the light and everything becomes complete darkness once again. I see the beady eyes following me back to the bedroom. He quickly and quietly sneaks past me and claims half the bed all to himself.

Throughout the night I can feel his ears twitching. He tries to wipe his drool on my arm but seems to get the blankets instead. The only thing that gets me was the rebound of his scaley tongue trying to climb back into his mouth.

I rose out of the bed the next morning and stretch my arms out as far as they go. Locky is already up, probably in the kitchen waiting for someone to stack his bowl full of dog biscuits. I walk towards the door, suddenly he pounces out from under the bed. His back is arched and and his paws are flat on the ground. It seems like he is trying to tease me into playing with him. I grab his chewed up tennis ball and throw it out the back door. He picks up his body and scrambles to get outside. Within a second he his crouching by my feet again. I decide to pat him instead, his curls have a chalk feeling to them but thats just the weekly knots. He jumps up with his paws pressed against my legs. They feel as soft as a feather pillow. He rolls over and you can the bald patch around his stomach. His belly started jumping up and down like a vibrating toothbrush.

He gets very impatient and starts barking like a huge threatening guard dog. He is no where near the size of a guard dog though. He turns to the side and pulls his body up off the ground. The whimpering starts. It carries on for as long as you can tolerate it. The untuned horn noise seems to get louder and louder. Angrily, I turn around and pet him. He start to breath heavily as a sign of him getting his way.