Post by Eric Deniel on Nov 27, 2006 13:57:29 GMT -5
What was his mother thinking? She should have just hired someone to walk her dogs for her, really. But no. The blasted woman waited until he was taking his own pet out to stretch its legs, as the moment to dump her three devils on him; Sissy, Mitzy and Hank. So the Pomeranians were cute, but he wasn't about to admit it. Fact remained that they were girly dogs. Not that it should matter much really, but he'd rather not have four animals in his sole care all at once. And it didn't help much that his mother's trio were all vying for his attention. It sort of amused him, how the creatures managed to act so much like their owner.
His dog, Kid, a one year old silver sable colored german shepherd, trotted along beside him, currently off his leash. He was well-trained after all, and never did run off. Kid wasn't the name he'd planned on giving the dog, but his four year old cousin kept calling him Kid as a puppy, and the name just stuck -- he wouldn't answer to anything else. Curiously, Kid watched the attention-seeking whores before him, and if the dog could make a face it would be one of disgust. Or maybe he was just jealous... No, not really.
Continuing his run along one of the pathways within Central Park, Eric reached his hand up, tousling his light earth brown hair. It mattered him not that the weather around him was cold, as a good run could heat up one's body anyway. Light blue eyes drifted downwards, just to make sure everyone was still with him. The last thing he needed was to lose one of them, and hear a shitload of complaining, whining and general bitching from his mother. He loved the woman, but when she was ready, she could throw a temper tantrum like no other. His dad usually placated her with nice gifts, but Eric wasn't so indulging. In fact, he'd just leave the house eventually, only returning when he figured she was calm again.
A light grey sweatsuit, completed with white tennies, were the only components to the ensemble he wore. He had no need to be fancy, or look completely great when exercising. Why some females wore layers of make-up during times like these was a mystery to him. It led him to believe that they were constantly desperate to find a man, and could only do so through a beauty they tried to paint on. They didn't understand that natural beauty was just as nice to a male -- to him at least.
Halting at one of the many benches scattered throughout the park, he took a seat, leaning forward to tie slackening laces. His chest gently rose and fell as he returned his breathing to normal. He'd get up and start running again soon, but for now, a break was in order.
[/color][/center]His dog, Kid, a one year old silver sable colored german shepherd, trotted along beside him, currently off his leash. He was well-trained after all, and never did run off. Kid wasn't the name he'd planned on giving the dog, but his four year old cousin kept calling him Kid as a puppy, and the name just stuck -- he wouldn't answer to anything else. Curiously, Kid watched the attention-seeking whores before him, and if the dog could make a face it would be one of disgust. Or maybe he was just jealous... No, not really.
Continuing his run along one of the pathways within Central Park, Eric reached his hand up, tousling his light earth brown hair. It mattered him not that the weather around him was cold, as a good run could heat up one's body anyway. Light blue eyes drifted downwards, just to make sure everyone was still with him. The last thing he needed was to lose one of them, and hear a shitload of complaining, whining and general bitching from his mother. He loved the woman, but when she was ready, she could throw a temper tantrum like no other. His dad usually placated her with nice gifts, but Eric wasn't so indulging. In fact, he'd just leave the house eventually, only returning when he figured she was calm again.
A light grey sweatsuit, completed with white tennies, were the only components to the ensemble he wore. He had no need to be fancy, or look completely great when exercising. Why some females wore layers of make-up during times like these was a mystery to him. It led him to believe that they were constantly desperate to find a man, and could only do so through a beauty they tried to paint on. They didn't understand that natural beauty was just as nice to a male -- to him at least.
Halting at one of the many benches scattered throughout the park, he took a seat, leaning forward to tie slackening laces. His chest gently rose and fell as he returned his breathing to normal. He'd get up and start running again soon, but for now, a break was in order.
