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Kyrie, the jackbagoodle, stared at Nyko’s butt through his cage. He had been ignoring her for eternity and she wanted him to play--- Now!
She made her growling, whiney noise as she pawed at the cold bars of his cage. She felt her rear end shake as that mysterious, long thing, that she kept trying to kill, wagged back and forth. She was happy, but still hadn’t figured out how that thing on her bum knew that!
“Nykoooooooooooo!” She howled in a squeaky whine, “Play with me! Play with ME! Helloooooo! Why won’t you look at me? Why?! Nykoooooo!” She heard Nyko huff as he turned one eye to her, his head looking over his back.
“Nemesis.” He said. “Silence.”
“Nooooo!” She cried, hopping from one paw to the other, excitedly. He just talked to me. Yay! She was panting now in her exhilaration, as he waddled to the bars. He reached out his mini paws and slapped at Kyrie’s face. “YES!” She cried and nipped back at him, growling playfully.
Nyko stopped, suddenly, and stared at her.
“If you want me to play more, help me get outside.”
Kyrie looked at him as he pointed a long nail at his front door. “But mommy and daddy can let you outside. They’re asleep. I’ll get them!” She was about to bound away to throw her bone on daddy’s head--- that always wakes him up! ---when Nyko fairly screamed, “Nemesis! Wait!” at her. She skidded to a stop and flipped to face him. She cocked her head.
“Let them sleep.” Nyko huffed. “I’ll unlock the sides of the door. All you need to do is pull the door out with your teeth.”
“Ummm.” She stared at the door, trusting in Nyko’s love for her. “Okay! And then you’ll play?”
“Yes, Nemesis. I will ‘play.’ Just let me out first.” Nyko jumped to his second story and pushed the sides of his door out of the locked-in position. He gestured to Kyrie and she gently nipped the bar on the door, pulling it open with a clang, which seemed to freeze Nyko into panic mode for a second.
“What?” Kyrie yelped.
“Silence!” Nyko huffed again. “Father and mother will hear.”
“But then we can all play together!” Kyrie said, happily. Suddenly, Nyko was on her face, poking her in the nose, and huffing. She reared back.
“No, Kyrie,” Nyko calmly stated, “I want you all to myself.” He climbed on her back; she could feel his little paws as he crossed her backbone. There was a plop as he dropped onto the floor. She turned excitedly to bite him---just a little---and maybe toss him in the air---again, just a little---but he was already gone! She heard a crunching noise from where her dinner was and padded over to the noise. Nyko was in her bowl, eating her food. Kyrie was so sad and upset, she began to hysterically cry. “Shush!” Nyko said around her food in his mouth.
“Nooooo!” Kyrie howled through her tears. “You said you would play with me!”
“After I eat.” Nyko shoved a whole morsel in his mouth. Kyrie tried to pull the dish from under him, but he was firmly rooted in the bowl and just slid with the dish. She went to her water and thought about splashing him, but decided against it when she thought about yucky, mushy food for later.
Instead, she turned, grabbed her bone, jumped onto mommy and daddy’s bed and threw the heavy bone on daddy’s head.
“OW! God, Kyrie! What the heck!” Daddy’s up! Nyko kept eating, but daddy seemed to hear him. Kyrie was ecstatic as he groaned and climbed out of bed. Kyrie raced ahead of him to Nyko. Nyko had his eyes closed, enjoying her food. “Daddy’s here.” She said, triumphant. Nyko’s eyes shot open just as daddy said, “What the--- Nyko? How’d you get out?” Daddy picked up the shocked prairie dog and put him back in his house.
Kyrie felt that thing wag again as she playfully licked her daddy’s hand. “Oh, thank you, daddy!” She ran and grabbed her ball, tossing it at his foot. “Play?”
Nyko huffed in his cage. Kyrie would never let him out again.
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