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Diary of a Puppy

Looking back on my childhood, I think I had it made in the shade. I had a big family, I had a roof over my head, I was continually spoiled, and we had a really big TV.

Plus, there was always someone ready to play with me when I got bored.

When Gideon was on his way to joining our family, I thought I’d finally have someone to play with, but I was little and didn’t know how things worked. I thought people would just show up and play with me.

But it was okay. It wasn’t long until he was old enough to play with me.

Mom finally decided to take me out of the house for more than going to the toy store and the doctor’s office after Aunt Erin and Uncle Simon had Gideon, and I was ready to jump for joy. I wanted friends my own age, even though it was nice to have everyone else play with me.

Uncle Gabe drove Mom and I to the park one day, and I was bouncing in my car seat during the car ride. “Gonna play wit udder kids.”

“That’s right, honey.” Mom turned to look at me and smiled. “What do you do when you play with the other kids?”

“Play nice and careful, like when Ant Er-win had a baby in her tummy.”

“Well, sort of. Just make sure you play nice and safe. If anyone bothers you, you come tell me, okay? I won’t be that far away when you’re playing.”

From the driver’s seat, Uncle Gabe snorted. “Mick, it’s just a park. It’s not like it’s a war zone or anything.”

“She’s my daughter, and I’ll be overprotective if I want to.”

“She’s going to play with other kids.”

“They’re kids she doesn’t know, and kids I don’t know. What if they hit or throw things, or they’re sick and they’ve got chicken pox?”

I watched them, and wondered why they talked they way they did to each other. When I was older I realized it was because my mother was afraid of being in a relationship after the mistakes she’d made when she was younger, but then it just looked like they argued a lot.

The car stopped in the parking lot at the park and Uncle Gabe opened the back door, reaching in to free me from the car seat. “You ready to play, munchkin?”

I grinned. “Play time.” I reached out and he picked me up. When he set me down on the ground, I started running for the sandbox but something scooped me up.

Twisting around, I saw my mother holding me, a worried look on her face. “Honey, you can’t just run off like at home. You have to be careful so you don’t fall and hurt yourself.”

“Sorry, Mommy.”

She set me down on my feet and knelt down in front of me. “Now, be nice, be kind, smile, and have fun. Okay?”

“’K, Mommy.” I grinned at her and she kissed my cheek, patting my butt as I toddled off towards the sandbox.

Plopping down on my overall-covered butt, I pushed my hands into the sand, enjoying the feel of the small granules against my palms. It was rough, but it was an interesting texture, and it was fun to play with when you had a bucket and a shovel.

I looked around for a bucket but I couldn’t find one. I considered using my shoe, but how would it work with the toe and everything? Frowning, I kept looking around for something to use, and then a bright blue bucket came into my vision.

“Wanna share?”

Looking over, I saw a little blonde-haired girl and a brown-haired boy sitting close to me. The girl looked to be my age, and the boy looked older, but they looked related. The girl smiled and stood up, wobbling a little as she walked over to sit closer to me. “Share bucket?”

“Okies.” I took the bucket from her and scooped sand into it, then put it upside down to make a tower. I pulled away the bucket, but the sand all fell down and turned into a little mountain. “Uh-oh.”

“You need water in the sand to make a tower. Plain sand won’t work.” The boy had come over to sit with us. “That’s how they make sandcastles at the beach.”

I looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. “Sancasles?”

“They’re like castles in books, but made out of sand.” He smiled at me, his smile full of gaps from where he’d lost a couple of teeth, and he took the bucket to start filling it with sand with his shovel. “I’m Max.”

“Rory, but I gots a bigger name, too.”

He nodded, and pointed at the little girl. “That’s my sister, Molly. She’s almost 2. I’m gonna be 5 soon.”

“I more than 2 but not 3.”

Molly took the shovel from Max and started scooping, getting more sand on her legs than in the bucket. “Max brudder. You brudders n’ sissers?”

“Nope. My Ant Er-win and Unca Woofy had a baby. He too little to play with.”

We all played for a little while, and then Molly stood up to toddle off towards the slide. I watched her leave, figuring Max would go off with her, but he just stood up. “Wanna go swing?”

“Okies.” I got up and followed him over to the swings. There was a different little boy already swinging away in one, but we headed for the empty ones.

Max grabbed onto the chain of one and held it out. “I’ll push you if you get on.”

Looking at the swing, I frowned at it. It looked a little high, but I didn’t want to say no because I liked the swings. I tried to climb up onto it, but Max showed me how to jump up and move my butt onto the swing. Well, he also helped by picking up my legs and lifting me onto the swing, but I did it mostly on my own.

He started pushing me a little bit, and I looked over at the bench where Mom and Uncle Gabe were sitting. I waved at them and Mom waved back, but she looked like she was about to get up and walk over.

Uncle Gabe took her hand and started talking to her, like he was trying to reason with her. They kept talking as I watched them, almost arguing, but I never heard them shout.

Max kept pushing me, but he stopped when he noticed I wasn’t saying anything. “Is that your mom and dad over there?”

“Mommy and Unca Gabe.”

“Is your dad at work? Mine is.”

“Don’t gots a daddy. I gots a Mommy and Unca Gabe and Unca Woofy and Ant Er-win and Ant Lou and new baby.” Turning my head, I looked at him. “Wat’s a daddy like?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then climbed up onto the swing next to me. “Daddies are like mommies, only they’re boys. They play with you, and read stories, and watch TV, and tuck you in at bedtime.”

I started thinking that a dad sounded like a cool thing to have, but at the time everyone played with me and read me stories. Uncle Gabe and Uncle Simon would read to me and tuck me in at night, so didn’t that mean they were my daddies?

Maybe not Uncle Simon, since he was Gideon’s dad.

Maybe Uncle Gabe was my dad. He would play with me, and make me lunch, and put me to bed. Sometimes he’d hug me and cuddle me and kiss me, and that’s what dads did on TV. Sometimes he’d hug and kiss Mom too, and it was different than with Uncle Simon.

Max and I watched them from the swings, watching them talk, then look at each other, and then Mom resting her head against Uncle Gabe’s shoulder while he kissed her hair. They were like a mom and dad, but then they weren’t. They’d hug and kiss, but they had different bedrooms, not like Uncle Simon and Aunt Erin. It was confusing.

I started swinging my legs back and forth, my brain racing as I tried to figure things out. “Growed ups confusin.”

“Kinda. Maybe your uncle wants to marry your mom. My friend once had a mom and a dad that didn’t live together, and then he got a new stair-mom for when he’d go to his dad’s house.” He turned his head when someone started calling his name, and he jumped down from the swing. “My mom’s calling. I got to go.”

“Okies. Bye-bye.”

“You coming back tomorrow?”

I shrugged, since it was the first time I’d been to the park. “Dunno.”

“Maybe when you come back your mom can talk to my mom and we can play for longer. Bye, Rory.”

“Bye-bye, Max.” I watched him and his sister run over to a tall blonde woman then head off to their van, and wondered how come their car was bigger than ours. Did they have lots of things in their car, or lots of other people?

I tried to swing on my own, but I was too little and ended up wriggling around for a bit until the swing stopped. Uncle Gabe got up and walked over, grabbing onto the chain as he stood in front of me. “Want a push, Rory?”

I shook my head, not sure what I wanted, and rubbed at my eyes. “Getting tired.”

“Then how about we get you home for a nap.” Reaching down, he lifted me up and cradled me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. “Have fun today? Who were you playing with?”

“Max and Molly. They brudder and sisser, and gots a mommy and a daddy.” I looked at him, my little hand patting his cheek. “Unca Gabe, you be my daddy?”

He stopped to stare at me, not saying anything, and let out a long breath. “Honey, you have to talk to your mom about that.”

I let out a big sigh and set my head down on his shoulder. “Okies, but Unca Woofy say Mommy tubborn.”

He chuckled as we walked over to my mother and then to the car. I saw Max getting into his mom’s van and waved at him.

When he waved back and grinned at me, I knew that he was the boy I was going to marry. All I had to do was get older and find a pretty dress to wear, and I’d be set.

And maybe get Max to wear a nice suit.
so, i wrote this the other day because i was a little bored and i was curious if i would write Rory's perspective.

it's supposed to be her looking back on her life and her memories, so if it sounds a little strange as you read it, then i'll have to tweak it when i have the time.
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Slightly-Odd's avatar
That ending was adorable :aww: Rory is adorable in general.