“Yes we don’t want Missy throwing a hissy fit at us…” Jack commented.
Missy being their jet black poodle who was, technically, a middle aged dog. She, like the other pets they’ve had all throughout their years together, had been picked up from the local shelter. Despite being what Katelynn had first thought to be a ‘prissy’ dog, Missy had proved to be as tough as any regular dog, if not tougher.
Seemed like she was compensating for being a poodle.
“What’s the weather today? My knee’s hurting so I guess that means some over hanging clouds?” he asked, turning his head to peer out the window.
“Your knee predicting the weather again?” she joked, taking out her cell phone to check the weather. Pressing the weather app, she hummed at what it listed. “Huh..looks like it was right this time~”
Missy came into the room then, waddling over to Katelynn’s side and climbed onto the bed as best she could, legs hanging off the edge in her attempt.
Katelynn laughed and helped her up. “Come on old girl,” she said, giving her head a pet. “And don’t forget to finish eating mister,” she said to Jack without taking her eyes off the dog.
“I’m not, I’m not.” Jack said as he eyed Missy, whose brown eyes were now trained on his plate of breakfast with a hungry leer. “No, Missy. Not for you.” he told her gently, as the poodle’s long undocked tail wagged at being paid attention to. That normally meant food scraps.
“And of course it’s right,” he teased his wife back, “My knee’s very good at weather forecasts. It’s better then the people on the weather channels, I’ll tell you that much.” Jack chuckled before eating the last bit of toast, before sighing, and eyed his water and medicine.
He picked up the three tablets in one hand, and his glass of water in the other.
“I hate taking these.” he muttered quietly before popping them in and swallowed them dryly, before taking some water.
Jack Maple 