“Bad dog get off there. And why is the computer on? I told Randy to not let it run all the time.”
Princess stopped her in her tracks. Paws pushing against her tummy and barking frantically.
She seemed to be happy to see Helen after being alone the entire day.
Meanwhile David was desperately shouting at her.
“Look at the screen! Please just read it! You have to help me! I’m so close please just understand me for once!” he barked but Helen put Princess paws away from her and looked visibly annoyed.
“Girl you need to turn down a bit I have a migraine and I’ m not in the mood for any activities now.” and moved towards the computer, simply pressing the on/off button.
“NO! Who turns off a pc like that? What is wrong with you! Are you stupid?” he barked as Helen pulled on his collar and draged Princess out of the room, closing the door behind them.
“Hey open that door bitch! I need that computer!” he barked while clawing at the door handle.
Helen just ignored Princess and went into her bedroom to take a nap.
David followed her expected some kind of reaction but was just ignored.
Standing there in her bedroom thinking what to do next he noticed his reflection in the large standing mirror. He saw a white large poodle looking back at him. How could anyone take him serious if he looked like that? He could try all he want no one would think inside this female poodle is David, a young high school student accidentally trapping himself with some magical zipper.
He went closer towards the mirror. He never really put into perspective how the outside world really sees him. Now seeing himself he couldn’t even take himself serious. He put his paw against the mirror, touching his own reflection.
Despair. That was all he felt. In the mirror was nothing more but a stupid bitch who let herself get fucked by some doberman. Unable to take in more of this he left her bedroom.
Helen only heard some last doggy whines before it went totally quiet.
David went downstairs like on autopilot. Not really mentally there, shutting himself off to protect his sanity from all his failed attempts so far.
In the kitchen he munched his dry food without much thought. Drank his water with his doggy tongue and went to sleep on the couch again. Letting the day pass until he had to go to his doghouse again.
11 more days if he counted right.