Dog

Ara sighed as he listened to the metallic clickity clack of the dogs claws on the hardwood floor.

Geez.. Why a dog? Why did he have to live through the constant irritation.. And the smell! Eeew! Ok. The freaking dog is a robot. And an ancient one at that. But why the hell would they give them scented piss? I mean really? Was it that essential back in the 2000's? I mean it was literally piss smell everywhere. Well everywhere you wanted to sit, or lay, or stick your nose and face for that matter. The damn thing was a relic from his great grand parents and had been handed down generation to generation.. Not like a prize, but handed off as if everyone was afraid to tarnish the memory of good ol' great gamy and pop pop. But come on! Nobody has a dog now. Nobody! And it's not like it's worth anything, even as a relic. But here we are. Decades later. Forced to sit here and deal with the this mechanical dog's barking and pissing and the sound of it's metallic claws tip tapping on the hardwood that ran throughout the foyer and down the halls. Sigh.. If only it didn't piss everywhere..