Bella's new pet
Bella is lonely when Edward goes hunting, so she gets an idea… why not get a pet? She adopts Emmy and then the trouble starts. Readers- I’m moving accounts. This was a shared account with someone who doesn’t really like me anymore. So I’ll post this to all the stories I wrote (I’ll only continue some) so that you can read them. I’m continuing: Complications, Goneandnevercomingback., Marionette, mynewLife, and SpilledMascara. If what you read wasn’t listed and you want me to continue, let know through the “contactauthors” button in the “elainamorrigan” account why I should continue it. -elle/Twizzler
I thought this might be fun to write, I hope it's fun to read.
1. Chapter 1
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I was sitting there watching TV with Charlie, bored yet again. What do other people do to keep from getting bored? Surround themselves with work? No, I’ll have less time when I do need it. Read and watch TV? Oh yeah, that’s working out great for me right now. Get a pet…
Not a bad idea. They’re fun to play with. I will have enough time to take care of it…
My cell phone started to ring, Alice. “Are you seriously going to get a pet?” she asked the second I answered the phone.
“Err… maybe. I don’t know. I mean to idea just sprang up…”
“Okay yes, yes I am.” I confessed.
“Bella, I think that’s a great idea!” She said unexpectedly, “I mean maybe if you had a pet you wouldn’t be so depressed when Edward goes. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel as bad about leaving to hunt and stop annoying the heck out of us!” She said the last part louder so he could hear, “And stop eavesdropping! Bella quick start singing! Oh Mickey you’re so fine you blow my mind hey Mickey hey Mickey!” I laughed.
“Jeez, stop that!” Edward said in the back round.
“Then go away! I called Bella! Not you!” she said.
Edward growled then apparently left. “So what kind of pet do you want?” I was still laughing.
“I don’t know. But I do want an adult, I feel bad for them when everyone walks away with a puppy or kitten.” I said, “I don’t like them getting put down just because someone wants a cute little baby.”
“Understandable.” She said, “I’ll give you time to do what you need to.”
I sighed, I’ll just go to the shelter and see what they have.
“Dad?” I said.
“Yeah Bells?” He called. God I hope I don’t give him a heart attack, I’ve never really wanted a pet before, it’s kind of random.
I took a deep breath, “I want a pet.” Might as well just come out with it.
“I thought you had those fish.” He said calmly.
“Um, dad they’re dead, that was years ago.”
“Oh,” he said, “Well then go ahead.”
That was unexpected.
“Err…what?” I was confused.
“I don’t think I have to give you the pet talk, do I?” he answered, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay then.” He said.
“Thanks.” I was really expecting him to go on and on about how pets are a hassle and how we have to care for them. He probably thought it would somehow give me less time with Edward and more at home, that’s got to be it.
“One more thing.” He said, great, conditions.
I sighed, “Yes?”
“Please get a Husky.” He begged.
“They’re my favorite breed of dog.” He said, smiling.
I smiled back at him, “Okay dad,”
I was shaking my head as I walked to the car, Charlie can be so odd sometimes.
I walked into the store to get supplies, I had to be prepared. I found a large dog collar, a tough looking leash, bowls, treats, a bone, and a few tennis balls. Now assuming dogs eat dog food, I’d need some of that. I grabbed a bag with a picture of a happy looking dog on it.
After I checked out I loaded the supplies in the back and drove to the animal shelter. I walked in and a young woman with light red hair at the desk asked if she could help me.
“I came to see if I could adopt an adult Husky.” I said.
“Yes, we have three,” She said, “Would you like to see them?”
“Okay,” she led me through a doorway into a room with lost of cages full of dogs. I assumed that the cats were through the other doorway.
She walked up to a cage towards the middle, the dogs had to share a cage, the place was almost packed. “This one right here,” She pointed to a red and white one that was looking at me and wagging it’s tail, “Is our little Sweetie. She is three years old, has had all of her shots, is open and friendly towards people, good with kids, as far as we know is purebred, and has no emotional scars.” I smiled, what a good dog.
“This,” she said pointing towards a dog that looked like most huskies, black and white, “Is Max. He is almost four, a little shy, is a therapy dog, well trained, is a mixed breed of German Shepherd and Husky so he’ll live longer, and has all his shots.”
“This is our dear Emerald, or Emmy,” she pointed to a light green eyed dog who’s fur was grey, brown, and white, “She’s not pure Siberian, she’s a mix of Siberian and Malamute so she looks just like a wolf, has all her shots, is about two years old, knows tricks, is social, and no emotional scares. Most people turn her down because they think she’s part wolf and therefore aggressive.”
I narrowed my eyes at that. Yeah right aggressive. “All dogs are healthy?” I asked.
“Yes, perfectly.” She replied.
“I like Emmy.” I said, “I think I’ll take her.”
She smiled, “Thank you, right this way.” By her tone, I guessed Emmy was close to being put down, I shivered.
After filling out paperwork, I finally got my dog and brought her to the car. She was exited, practically bouncing up and down but she stuck to my side like glue. As we got closer to my truck she ran to it. I opened the door and she hoped in the passenger seat, getting herself situated for the ride.
When we got in the house she ran around, exploring her new home. Then she ran up to Charlie and started sniffing him like crazy, he laughed and started to pet her.
“Nice, Bells a wolf one.” He said.
“Yeah, Emmy just looks like one, she isn’t though.” I explained, pulling out a tennis ball from the bag and tossing it to him. Emmy grabbed it before he could and ran around his chair, wagging her tail as he laughed. I didn’t think Charlie was a dog person or even an animal person.
I pulled out the bowls I got for her and filled then with food and water.
“Bells, come quick!” Charlie called.
I walked in the room and there was Emmy on the floor, rolling over.
“She does tricks! Could this dog be any more perfect?” He said, smiling as he told her to lie down.
It was a perfect dog, I couldn’t wait to show her to Edward, maybe I’ll just take her to they’re house.