"I've seen a lot of eyes. Blue like the ocean. Green like wet grass on an autumn morning. Yellow like liquid, molten gold. Grey; mystery and passion. Deep brown. But, srangely, the only ones I've come to find meaning in are black as absolute nothing. Blank to everyone but me. Yours."
What can I say about Scooter? What can I? I never seem to find the right words to explain why I love this little fellow so much. He looks at me like I'm crazy, but he still loves me. He still always comes when I call. He still loves me when it's hard for anybody else to. He still needs me. He still misses me. I know it might seem completely impossible, but this little dog is my everything in the dark; my angel after midnight. Scooter doesn't care that I'm weird in public. Scooter doesn't care what I've done. Scooter doesn't want me to be anybody but me. And that's all Ive ever wanted. No, all I've ever wanted is Scooter. Truly. He loves to play sometimes, then others he just wants to be lazy. He's about 2 pounds, and is freaking hillarious if you watch him close enough. He likes human food a lot! And me and my friends once based a story off of him. It's called OH NO THE FAIRIES ARE BACK, and you're going to see it in shelves one day. Scooter is as stubborn as a ******** tree. He won't budge. Scooter likes most people, but those I have a unique distate for. He glares at them... 0;
Scooter's my baby. Screw the world if it falls to pieces. I've got my Scooter. And I've got him forever. I mean, of course Scooter's a human, there's no other explanation for it. He's my angel in disguise. My world was just starting to crumble down when I met Scooter, but he seemed to piece it back together. Scooter makes me laugh all the time, and he doesn't care what anybody else thinks. Scooter doesn't like kids, but tolerates them to the best of his abilities. The little thing's not scared of anything. He once chased a ******** pitbull out of my yard, and that pit wasn't no p***y dog, either. It was really funny. Scooter loves sunshine, and he is my sunshine. Whenever it's nice out, he likes to go and roll around in the grass. He likes it even better if I come out and play with him. But, I love my Coo, and anyone that even has heard of me knows I do. When we first started school, they asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves and tell a little about what we liked to do, or something like that. I said "Um. My names Hannah, and I've got a dog named Scooter." Nobody stared at me, they knew I was going to say it. My friend D. laughed.
My cooki's my world. Period. I love you Scooter. God, I ******** love you, I don't even have the right words to say it.
 birdi3 - 0cracy · Fri Jul 10, 2009 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |
