Q goes there?
- Oscar the Pooch
- 5 hours ago
- 8 min read
Mom was just coming back from checking the shadows for a better hiding place, when a pair of lights paused for a closer look. “Go away! I have to pee!” I shouted from inside the Wagon. “I can’t go with you watching!”
“Hi,” a voice said from behind the blinding lights. Mom stepped in front of the Wagon, blocking the light enough that I could just make out the white markings of a killer whale behind the eyebeams. “I just passed by here a few minutes ago and didn’t see you, so I wanted to make sure you were alright,” the voice explained.
I shouted unprintable things at the top of my bark until Mom spit out her liquid toothbrush. When her mouth was free, she said, “I was gonna sleep here. Is that okay?”
“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” repeated the Whale.
“Yup. Just fine,” Mom repeated. She put her hand on the door but didn’t open it yet in case the Whale needed anything else.
“Go away! For privacy!” I shouted.
“Okay. Well. Have a nice night,” the Whale said. Its eyes shone on Mom’s paw not-opening the door for another moment before it looked away.
Mom let me out to potty. I was still mid-stream when the Whale came back.
