Nelly Collaborate?

Story #4. Inspired and based on Nelly, my neighbour's dog. -not everything is true, and I named him Nelly-

Slowly, Nelly ventured into the carpark of that big house just to check it out. A guy inside the house spied on him, grabbed a stick, and came out the back door without the puppy noticing him.

The stick struck my back, I cursed and yelled with pain."What the heck did I do to deserve that?!" I barked at him. Of course, he couldn't understand my language (what a sucker) and I ran out to the road. Man, my back hurt real bad. The same guy went back into the house, and came out again with a much larger metal hockey stick. Bringing it down, it barely missed me. All that time, I kept hearing someone saying in my brain, "Run Nelly, run!" Nelly, that was what the girl called me. She wasn't my owner, she just fed me biscuits and named me Nelly. Suddenly, I realised that she had been sending thought rays to me! Not many humans had that specia power to be able to communicate to animals using thought rays. Anyway, it was her brother that hated me, hated the other animals too. I awfully do despise him. When I grow up, I'll get back at that savage human. I will, I swear it!

-back in the house-
Callie ran up the stairs and barged into her father's office where he was typing his lesson plan. "Dad, David just beat up that puppy I told you about, you've got to discipline him!" she complained and almost yelled at him, tears welling up in her brown eyes, chestnut hair ruffled down her shoulders. "What do you propose I do to him?" He answered nonchalantly, "He is already 18 and there isn't much I can do to change his ways." Callie slammed the door closed and stomped to her room.

"Propose?! Propose? What kinda heck of a question is that?!!" Callie thought to herself as she snatched her earphones off the desk and pressed them to her ears. She was so anxious about that puppy. It was a male prairie dog with GSD colours. He was very cute indeed. Just that he was a little scared all the time, and didn't quite let her pet him because the fear of humans had been implanted into his heart when his owner cut of his tail. "Docked" is the correct word. Nelly had a stump for a tail.

What a bitch, I thought and rolled my eyes. "Callie, that's just a dawgg, a freakin' dawg." Being the big brother of an animal lover is hard. She just goes crying at every single animal I chase away. Such a baby. They're just poopin' in my car porch, peein' on my tyres and on the dustbin. That dog just had to learn it's lesson. -shrug-. Oh, so that dog's back in now eh? Time to finish my job. -grabs hockey stick again and stomps out, shoving Callie out of the way-.

[WIP]