You clumsily make your way out of the phone booth fuming, angry at your boyfriend for this predicament of
yours, angry at yourself for being stupid enough to fall for it, and angry at these damn stupid clumsy paws of
yours that just refuse to work right.
"Is... uh... is everything okay, m- uh...?" the receptionist asks as you make your way past the desk. You can
only assume she was about to say 'ma'am', but stopped short, as - well, you don't call dogs 'ma'am'. That
just isn't how it works.
"No," you answer with a growl to your voice. "Cancel that guy who's supposed to 'train' me or whatever. I
don't want it."
"But um... all dogs are supposed to..."
"Yeah, well I can talk, so I can say 'no'! This is my damn vacation, and dog or not, I'll do what I want to
do! Now please, just... just cancel it and let me spend my time how I want to, okay?"
"Um... I'll uh... I'll see what I can do," the receptionist called after you as you walked off, wandering the
resort with no particular goal in mind. You just... you needed to get rid of this anger building up inside of
you, you had some steam to blow off, and as of right now, you didn't trust your coordination enough to go for
a run, even though that was really what you wanted to do.
You kept walking, reaching that little common area the receptionist told you about last night before you
finished changing and fell asleep. There were dogs all over the place, almost all of them with a human. Some
were playing fetch, some were being walked, others were running obstacle courses, but not a one of them was
unattended - except for you.
In the corner of the area, to the left of the door, you noticed a bucket, and padded your way over, peeking
inside. Chew toys. Lots and lots of chew toys. You reached your nose in and grabbed one in your mouth,
pulling it out and sulking your way over to the shade of a tree. This little interior park was almost like a
greenhouse, it seemed - imitating a pleasant and warm day despite the snowy conditions outside.
With a huff, you plopped yourself down in the shade of the tree and got to vigorously chewing at the toy,
growling and grumbling and tugging at it, seeking nothing more than to tear it apart. You wished this was a
voodoo doll of some sort - that tearing this little plush toy to shreds would in some way hurt Brad, but you
knew that wasn't true. It was just a chew toy, and you were just angry and that was that.