Title: The Language of Dog Love
Author: Black_Wingedbird
Rating: G
Author's Note: this is just a little warm up while I try to think of a name for my new story. Enjoy!
"I'm taking Busta for a walk!" Chris yelled as he opened the door.
"Bye," Lance replied.
"Don't hurry," Joey smiled, flashing Chris a teasing look from the sofa.
"I can feel the love you guys," Chris mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Be back soon."
Chris walked out the door, nearly tripping over Busta as he stepped down the stairs. "Would you move?" he asked, pushing the happy tan dog as he continued. Busta looked back at Chris over his shoulder as the two continued down the street.
'Why don't you watch where you put your big feet?' Busta seemed to say, studying Chris with big brown eyes.
"I don't have big feet," Chris replied, not realizing he was holding a one-sided conversation.
'Whatever,' Busta huffed, trotting along in front of Chris. 'We're going to the park, right?'
"Yes, we're going to the park. Just like every other time. Is that okay with you?"
Chris received a worried look from a middle-aged woman as Busta replied, 'That's fine, thanks for asking. Are we going to play fetch?'
"Of course, why do you think I brought this nasty old tennis ball?"
'Well excuse me, Prince of Intelligence, maybe you were gonna stuff it in your pants like when you guy shave concerts.'
"I do not!" Chris yelled, purposely stepping on Busta's heels. "I have never stuffed balls where they don't go naturally!"
Three young girls giggled as they passed Chris and Busta. 'I've seen you. I'm your dog remember?'
"Whatever. You're full of shit."
'That reminds me…'
"Busta, don't do that now, can't you wait until we get behind a tree or something? Why do you always have to go in public?" Chris whined, turning around and trying to ignore Busta doing his business behind him.
'This is natural to me,' Busta said. 'Real men don't care who sees.'
"They do if they're human!" Chris said. They had finally reached the park, and Busta ran in front of Chris happily, waiting for the ball to fly through the air. Chris held the ball over his head, making Busta excited and whine with anticipation.
'Throw it already!' Busta barked, jumping up on Chris's leg.
"You ready?" Chris asked, tensing his arm as if to throw the ball. Busta jumped at his feet then took off when Chris faked him out by pretending to throw the ball.
Busta fan off fifty feet in front of Chris, looking into the sky to wait for the ball. He stopped and turned around in confusion, then ran back to Chris when he saw Chris waving the ball in his hand. 'God damnit, why do you do that to me?' Busta asked, panting.
"Because you're so fun to tease," Chris laughed. "Okay, I'm serious this time, you ready?"
'Yes!' Busta barked, watching to make sure Chris actually threw the ball this time.
"Go fetch!" Chris yelled, throwing the ball as hard as he could. Busta exploded into flight, racing through the grass after the ball. Busta ran as fast as he could and eventually caught the ball, then turned and proudly pranced back to Chris.
'I got it,' he boasted, trotting in circles at Chris's feet.
"That's nice. You want me to throw it again?" Chris asked.
'Yeah.'
"Okay then, give it to me."
'But you're just going to throw it again.'
"That's the idea of the game, yes," Chris said. "Give me the ball."
'Well why can't you go get it for once?'
"And what are you going to throw with, your tongue? Give me the ball."
'I could do it,' Busta replied, ducking as Chris lunged for the ball.
"Busta give me the damn ball!" Chris yelled, grabbing the small dog.
Busta found himself being lifted up and the ball snatched from his mouth. Then the ball soared through the air in front of his eyes. Busta scrambled to get down then chased the ball down once again.
He ran back to Chris, but found Chris was walking in the opposite direction. 'Where you think you're going?' Busta asked.
"Home. I don't like this game."
'Wuss,' Busta teased, walking in front of Chris.
"Shut up butt-licker," Chris shot back.
'Getting testy,' Busta noted. 'Better behave before I hit your ass like you do when I growl at you.'
"That's different," Chris replied.
'Why?' Busta asked.
"You're a dog," Chris said. "You're beneath me."
'So that girl you slept with the other night is a dog too? Is that what you call things that are beneath you?'
"You better watch your mouth, dog," Chris snapped, glaring at the Pug.
'No. What gives you the idea that dogs are lower than humans?'
"That's just what the whole population thinks, so I tend to flow that way," Chris replied.
'So if everyone else flowed into a pile of dog shit, you would too?' Busta asked, rounding the last corner before the guys got home.
"Okay fine, you're above me. Happy now? I'm lower than a dog."
'That's the way it's suppose to be,' Busta replied happily.
"And you wonder why I like Korea better than you," Chris sighed as he open the door.
"I thought I told you not to hurry," Joey said, not looking away from the TV.
"I hate this dog. You want him?" Chris asked, sitting down on a chair.
Joey looked at Busta who panted and begged at Chris's feet. "You are so mean," Joey said, getting up. "All he wants to do is play."
"Ha! That’s what I thought!" Chris said, glaring at Busta.
"Fine. I'll play with your dog," Joey said. He walked to the door and held it open for Busta, who to Chris, appeared extra cocky as he trotted out the door.
"Did you wear him out?" Joey asked.
'Hell, I got him to admit that I control him,' Busta announced as the two walked down the sidewalk.
End