Hooray! Finally, a story with an ending....
My ears perk up as I hear the garage door open. She's home! Always the first to arrive. I shake my head and sit up on the couch, watching the front door. She tramps in, carrying her large backpack as usual. She sees me on the couch and nods hello before heading to the kitchen. There’s a trace of peanut butter emanating from the lunch box in her hand; I jump off the couch to follow it. She drops her backpack next to the couch and opens the fridge. I watch as she takes out a box of grapes, washes them, sticks them in a bowl, then sits on the couch to eat them. I follow, ears flicking back and forth, watching the bowl of grapes.
“You want one, Pepper?” she asks me. I lay my head down on her knee and look up at her to reply. My reward is a small grape, which I chew on happily for a few seconds. I look up again, hopeful for another, but she just laughs at me, pats my head and says, “Only one, silly.” I jump onto the couch beside her and curl up. She strokes my back absentmindedly. I am a very content mini schnauzer at the moment.
“So, what do you think, Pepper?” she asks. Time to sleep, I say to myself.
“What should I research for history?” The history of the couch is my reply. It’s very important – It’s where I sleep!
“Maybe… student protests, or counter culture?” she goes on. “What do you think it’d be like to be in university during the 60’s? Would you like living on the land, trying to create a utopian society?” Her hand moves to my head, and she looks down at me. I stare lazily back at her and blink a few times. I like playing in the backyard. Does that count?
“I don’t think you’d like it. You wouldn’t have your warm beds,” she says, answering her own question. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. She goes on, bouncing ideas off me for a while, talking about things that sound important. I start to snore.
“Hm. Yeah. I think I’ll do that,” I hear her say in the distance. “Thanks, Pepper!”
Anytime! I’m here for you.
She gets up, swings the backpack over her shoulder, and heads upstairs. I no longer have a head rest, but I decide I'm too comfortable to waste energy moving now.
I’m a very good idea consultant, I think. I deserve a treat. Or at least a nice, long nap…
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