AN: Wrote this in like an hour, so mistakes might be present.
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The young, lazing golden retriever laid on the grass in direct sunlight, its eyes closed. Its fur catching the rays, giving it a slight glow. Its ears would twitch now and then catching noises from smaller critters around the yard, a passing motorist, joggers, or other dogs. A slight breeze would come and go, each time bringing a new scent to the retriever's sensitive nose. Its blue eyes shoot open when it hears the knob to the back door turning, it stands up, tail madly wagging.
"There's my girl." A young brunette steps out with a grooming brush, and a chew toy. "How ya been, huh?" The retriever barks happily in response. The brunette sits on the grass to be welcomed with loving licks to the face. She laughs. "Okay, okay. I get it. I wasn't even gone that long." In return the dog nips her hand a bit. "Stop it that tickles." She scratches the golden behind one of the ears, in response it gets on its back to get a belly rub. "You're such an attention hog." Tail wagging happily, tongue lolling, leg kicking when the perfect spot is scratched, that is the face of a totally content pup.
"Alright, come on. Up!" The brunette commands. The retriever quickly stands up. "Good dog." The girl praises it by patting it on its head. "Now sit!" The dog does so by getting on its hind quarters, tail wagging all the while. "Yes! You finally got it!" She hugs the dog around its neck, when she pulls back the golden gives the girl a quick lick on the ear. "Ew. Slimy." She stands up while wiping her ear. "Okay, decision time." She holds up the brush and the toy, one in each hand. "You wanna be brushed first, or do ya wanna play a bit of tug-of-war?" She squeezes the toy and it emits a squeak. The Labrador spins in a circle, barks, and paws at the ground, growling a bit. "Tug-of-war it is then!" The brunette tosses the brush somewhere behind her.
Owner and dog play for a good while, chasing each other, playing with the chew toy, learning new tricks, rolling on the grass. Until their switch seems to be turned off for the day. The girl lies on the grass with her pup curled up besides her, faint snores can be heard. She stares up at the slow moving clouds, her eyes slightly opened.
"Sweetie!" A call from inside the house wakes her up. She sits up, slowly stretching. Her dog, feeling the movement, sits up slowly as well, mimicking what its owner does. The girl stands up, pats her dogs head and walks to the house.
"Coming!" She calls back. Her dog sensing that its master was going back into the bigger dog house, goes back to laying on the cool grass, whining a bit.
"What's up Ma'?" The girl questions as she steps into her home.
"Have you seen your Mom's brush?" Her mother asks looking through some drawers. "She swears she left it on the couch, but I can't find it." She looks up at her daughter with a raised eyebrow. She is welcomed to the sight of her with grass, and mud stains, a few scrapes, scratches on her arms and legs, and paw prints on her shirt. She chuckles. "Go clean up, dinners almost done."
"Sure thing." The girl starts to walk away but stops. "Oh and, uh, I think I might've grabbed the brush… I thought it was Daisy's." She slips away to the bathroom.
Another laugh escapes her mother's lips. "That's the fifth one this month." The older brunette mutters to herself. "Hey Lilly, guess what?" She calls upstairs.
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AN: No idea if golden retrievers have blue eyes, but for the sake of the fic, they do. So as you can see, I was thinking of making this a werewolf (dog?)/Liley ficlet, but decided not to. I was watching "Finn on the Fly" and was like, "FFFFF must dew sumthin wit diz!!!!11!1one!" But I lost steam half way and this turned out :P
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