Brownie was the definition of a couch dog. If you look couch dog on Wikipedia, you'll probably find a photo of Brownie on it. He was the most lazy dog in the world, and would only get out of the couch for two reasons: Food and his yellow ball. Of course he would go outside when nature called, but besides that, only food and yellow ball.
His owners would hide the yellow ball from him, because we was really addicted to it, but from time to time they would toss it around and make him run a little bit.
One day, while he was playing with the ball, his owner went outside to get the mail.
On his frenzy for the ball, it slipped from his mouth and went right through the door.
Brownie didn't think twice and went after it, running like a mad dog to catch his precious ball.
Unfortunately, the ball went to the street, got hit by a car and was sent flying away to the end of the street, where another car hit it and sent it even further.
Brownie was not going to give up and ran as fast as he could to catch it, but the sweet moment he bit the ball, the sour reality hit him: He was now lost, away from home and his couch! So the first thing he did was stay calm.
"Stay calm, brownie. They are not going to get you this time. You made it! It took you years to get them to drop their guard and now is your chance to get away from it all."
Trying to not look conspicuous, they kept walking among the crowd. That's what dogs did right? They walked? No reason to worry about good old brownie walking like any other street dog. Humans may seem smarter than dogs. They may be able to get you the food and once a year you might even get a new toy! But they would never understand a sly dog like Brownie!
Those idiots have underestimated him for years. All those years lazily hanging around the living room, watching the tv out of the corner of his eye. Waiting. Always waiting for the news. Waiting for that little bit of information, he needed to finalize his plan! And today was the day it was finally all coming together.
He had all the information he needed. He had to filter out all the unnecessary fluff and useless information. He had to listen to hours upon hours of that fucking Cramer guy shouting out of the stream! Cramer was almost part of his family by now. Always shouting, crying, joking. It was almost unbearable, but Brownie knew it was for a righteous course. So he endured it all!
The crowd was getting thicker now. That was a good sign. Brownie knew his goal to be at one of the most tightly crowded areas in the city. He knew everything about the area. He knew humans tried very hard to keep it clean. Animals were not allowed! Brownie had to start speeding up. This was a crucial point of this plan. A race against the clock. A race against all the humans standing around like idiots, taking pictures next to the most beautiful thing in the world, without ever actually grasping it.
Brownie would show them how to handle a thing of such beauty. Brownie would show them all. He was almost there. Tourists kept flashing their cameras and Brownie had to fight his animal instincts to run away from the scary lights. He was too close, to give up now. He was ... almost there. No. Not almost. There they were!
The biggest roundest balls he had ever seen! And now they were finally his!
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Irgendwie kommen mir die Klöten von der Stierstatue bekannt vor. Kann kaum Teil 2 erwarten wo Brownie die Dinger absägt, verhökert und von dem Geld nach Las Vegas fährt.
Die FSK 18 Version mit Koks und Nutten verkaufe ich an ein großes Filmstudio. Da kann POB nicht mithalten.
LOLOL That was unexpected! Nicely done and for a moment there, I thought it was Brownie who was going to be hit by the car.
Okay, this is a "surprise motherfu..." moment. When I see the top of the photo I was like "What the bloody hell is this?". Nice, very nice. I would like to read more about what happened in this day. Maybe Wall Street crashed? The world goes in a frenesi? I need more information man.
Haha. Feel free to write the sequel after my death. I'm going with the Georg R.R. Martin aproach for this story. :)
Huashuashuashuashuashuashuas ok, nice one
What??
I did not see the end coming
I was thinking brownie was going to get lost and try to return home but could not
Who would have thought he had always wanted to leave his favorite position(the couch) in search of the biggest roundest balls he had ever seen...
Nicely written
I enjoyed it
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