Mei Ling

Here are some pictures of my new puppy, Mei Ling (nicknamed Mei Mei). My aunt saw her at the vet's office and told my mom about her, and she asked me if I'd rather have her or a Chihuahua, and so I said I'd take her.

My mom said that either the vet or my aunt (I'm not sure which) thought she was a Shar Pei, but when I saw her, I thought, "That's not a Shar Pei." Shar Pei are much more wrinkly, and have shorter, more curly tails. I think she looks like an Olde English Bulldogge, but I'm not sure. I sent an e-mail to my old boss, from the previous town I lived in, because she used to raise Bulldogges, so I'm hoping she could tell me if she is one or not. One of my cousins said they thought she might be a Pitbull, or at least part Pitbull, which wouldn't bother me much, but I know there's a lot of prejudice against them, due to the people who have trained them to be attack dogs and stuff, so I'm hoping she's not a Pit.

Anywho, she hardly ever whines, and she's fairly calm, although she does her fair share of chewing on me and my stuff. The only downside so far is that she seems to have a weak ankle. Her right foreleg is wobbly when she stands, and she limps on it just slightly, walking on her toes. We may need to get her a brace just to make it a bit more sturdy. Poor Mei Mei.

Pounce! (Inuyasha oneshot)

This is just a short, silly Inuyasha oneshot I wrote a while back.

Pounce!

His prey wouldn’t stand a chance. He grinned at the thought. Now he just needed to find where his prey was hiding. . . .

He peered around the shrine grounds, searching carefully. His ears twitched suddenly and his eyes lit on a second-story window; his grin grew. Of course.

He leaped easily into the tree and through the open window, his grin now replaced with a smug smile. He had been wanting to do this for so long, and now seemed like the perfect time. His vision focused on the figure sleeping on the bed and he twitched his ears, listening for any sign of movement in the house--but there was none.

Perfect.

He approached the bed slowly and cautiously, alert to any sign of the occupant’s waking, but the figure on the bed was out like a light. Choking back a sudden urge to laugh--rather maniacally--he tensed and lunged.

The bed’s occupant let out a startled cry as they were catapulted into the air by their assailant. Landing back on the mattress with a soft thump, they ran for their life as the attacker gave chase. Out the bedroom door and down the stairs the figure sprinted, another close behind and gaining fast.

‘Round and ‘round the living room the two zipped, one fearfully, the other gleefully. Laughter rang throughout the room, punctuated by loud, unhappy yells from the victim.

“Inuyasha!”

He froze. Embarrassment at being caught flooded him as he turned, shame-faced, to face the owner of the voice.

“What on earth are you doing?” Kagome wanted to know, hands on her hips. Her mother and little brother stood behind her, blank looks plastered on their faces, both holding grocery bags. Another pair of bags sat on the floor at Kagome’s feet. Kagome’s eye took on a sudden tic.

“Were you just chasing my cat?”

The frightened Buyo made a dash for the open door behind Kagome and her family. Inuyasha watched him go, cringing, ears pressed flat against his skull.

“Maybe,” he said cautiously. He stood tall suddenly and crossed his arms over his chest in typical Inuyasha fashion. “What’s it to ya?”

Her mother and Souta quickly backed away from the fuming girl as she began to visibly shake.

“Inuyasha . . .” she growled, “Osuwari!”

The hanyou let out a strangled yell and hit the floor with a loud thump. Souta and Mrs. Higurashi simply shook their heads and walked into the kitchen to put up the groceries.