It’s going to be a cold one tonight,

so I put another dog on the bed.

My Loki boy swallowed the sun at some point

and he cooks me at night if I snuggle him too close.

But he’s super cushy, a big jock of a dog whose always nice to everyone and will keep you safe from the bullies.

Moth to a flame, I can’t help but wrap my arms around him and rub his pink belly while I drift into dreamland.

He’s part pig, part dog. Speaks in snorts and eye rolls. Wears a halo to cover his horns, he rarely uses his horns. He's more Low-key than Loki.

If you want to stay warm, he’s your pup. In fact I think I could fry an egg on him in a pinch, if he wouldn’t gobble it up first, he is part pig afterall.

Lola Jean is boney, never puts on weight, but she can spoon like a pro. You need a cuddle, she’s your pup. She’s the best nurse when you aren’t well, always there with a strong shoulder to lean on. Her soft black fur instantly comforting with her signature hug, big brown eyes telling you she loves you. Big dogs are worth the trouble.

Darwin, well, he’ll guard your feet. My little meatball. Full of fury and worry, one eye on the fan in case it decides to finally break free of its spot on the ceiling. Facing the door, always ready, he’s a rescue who knows monsters are real. You can always count on the pudge of his sweet, hairless belly to warm your feet even when they feel like icebergs.

He never flinches.

There isn’t a thing in the world that another dog on the bed can’t cure.

A senior so simple and sweet

to be forever young at heart.

Retired in the sunshine of the front porch

reliving each moment as though her first time.

Still soul searching the front lawn

for the ball I hid behind my back.

Why not name her Bellatrix? After all, she is a mare so “Female Warrior” seems more than fitting. Even as a foal, young Bellatrix outshined all the others. Her chrome legs were abnormally ganguly on her bay body, but she had no problem standing her ground.

Unfortunately for her, the word Bellatrix is also synonymous with one of the most evil characters in Harry Potter. Like her movie counterpart, my Bellatrix does not back down from a fight and will definitely hold her own in any circumstance. She is strong and brave and will throw fear into anyone who rubs her the wrong way.

Now, at seven years of age, Bellatrix wows her audience with a simple extended trot down the longside or an effortless flying lead change across the diagonal. The more ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ she receives, the more she engages the crowd with her spectacular movements. The best part, she isn’t even trying. Her German bloodlines run deep which means her natural ability hasn’t even been tapped.

She is picky on who she calls her posse though. There are certain characters in this world she has no tolerance for, but I, I am blessed to be hers and she is mine. We have been bonded since she was nine months of age, and together we have an understanding and a fair respect for one another. I know she will never let me down because I will always be her number one fan.

Animal- Horse

Breed- Akhal-Teke

Name- Hawkheart (Aka: Hawk)

Gender- Stallion

Features- Dark brown coat with a few light brown dapples on the underside of his stomach. Ever seeing Hazel eyes, and a long, black mane and tail. He has one white sock on his left front leg.

Background story- Hawk was bought from his birth farm at a young, an almost too young, age, to be used as a dressage horse for a young child wishing to get a start in show business.

For the first two years he was trained by the young child into a good strong dressage stallion. Then the first show came and he could feel the nervousness of the child. He bucked in the first twenty seconds, throwing the child onto the ground, hard. Bones cracked and then after the initial shock, the yelling and screaming started.

People started streaming into the arena, including the desperate mother. The mother started weeping as her child didn't move. The medics declared she was alive, but barley.

Someone grabbed his reins and someone else picked up the child and carried her out of the arena. He could hear sirens wailing in the distance.

The mother was the last to leave the arena, besides the person holding his reins. She was looking at the spot where her daughter had fallen. Moments passed then she looked up. Hawk could see the angry flames in her eyes. She picked up the riding crop her daughter had been using and walked over to him. She raised the crop and hit him with all the force in her body, on his neck.

Hawk reared and winnied in pain. He ripped the reins from the person's hands and took off running for the entrance, his head held high in panic.

Chapter 1

Hawk raised his head weakly as he heard leaves crunch behind him. His sight was blurry and dark from looking at the sun. He had been running until he collapsed in a pile of thorns and bushes. His reins had gotten caught on a low hanging branch for the rising of the sun, preventing him from lowering his head, and he had just managed to rip them away.

The crunching of the leaves formed into footsteps and he tried to rise. It was the mother coming back for him! But he only fell back to the ground.

"Whoa boy" said a voice from behind him. "You clearly have had a rough time."

The voice was calm and soft. It was not the screaming of the crowds. The wailing of the mother, nor the crows quiet chirping as they waited for a feast of horse flesh. It was the voice of someone caring and knowing of horses.

The blurry light formed into an image and he saw a young woman standing before him. She was dressed in tan riding pants and an orange polo shirt, holding a rope in her hands. A dreaded rope!

The woman stepped closer, holding out her hand which came into focus holding a large, red apple.

Hawk let his head drift towards the apple but he couldn't reach it. The girl stepped closer and he was able to reach the apple. He stretched his neck, wincing at the pain and drew back. No apple was worth this pain.

The human nodded her head in understanding. She tossed it to him, where he didn't have to stretch for it. Then as he was distracted, she took three quick steps over to him and slipped the rope over his head and tied it to the tree beside her, so his head could rest but he couldn't get away. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number quickly then started speaking.

"Yes. Hello... I need a trailer out on Deerthrift road in the next twenty minutes... I found that horse they have been searching for... yes. The dark bay who killed the girl on monday... yes, I got word that she passed on in the hospital the next night... due to internal bleeding... we can't put all the blame on the horse... can I just get a trailer please? If we don't do something this horse could be the next one heading to the next world... Thank you."

The girl put the phone back in her pocket and started running her hands lightly down the horse’s sides. She wanted a look at the legs but those were folded under him. He definitely wasn't in the best health.

Hawk looked up at the human, finishing his apple. It had tasted delicious and he wanted another, but he could tell he wasn't going to get another one.

It was thirty more minutes before a trailer arrived and two males jumped out of it. They walked towards the woman and the horse.

"Mart sent us. What do you need?"

"I need to get this horse into the trailer. I have no idea if he can stand up though, much less walk."

The males nodded in sync and started to push up on Hawks side. He neighed in surprise, trying to stand. With the help of the men he did.

They then got him easily into the trailer. He had been trailer trained four years ago. As soon as they let go of him, he wobbled and fell to the clean, hay covered floor and winnied in pain. He fell asleep and the trailer started to move. Bringing him to a new home.

(I am planning to start adding onto this and making it into a book if anyone wants to find out more about Hawk and his story.)

Okay, so this is a fictional character that I made a whole dark comedy idea around. His name is Larry. He's a spidats, part cat, part spider, part scorpion. So he's not quite a real animal.

Larry is a teenager (in human years). He has black fur, brown horns, a brown scorpion tail, and eight red eyes in the center of his face. His favorite food is apples.

Larry lives in a world of animals. But he's the only mutant in this world, or so he thinks. He lives in a cave, far from civilization, because he is very insecure and struggles from a whole list of mental illnesses. One day, he attempts suicide by jumping off a cliff near his home, only to be saved by a mutant cat with wings. He is taken to another dimension, where mutants can be safe from persecution, and goes on a series of adventures with his new friend (who I don't have a name for yet).

And did I mention he likes apples? He really likes apples.

And there he is

I just turned my head

to turn a page

just looked away

to look around

All it took, was one big bound

He's off the ground!

And there he is

Doesnt matter what I've said

How I've told him

Or When I scold him

Stay Off That Bed!

And there he is

Once more I'll try

I don't know why

I get him down

& make him stay

But all I do is walk away

When I hear that sound,

I turn around

And there he is

Young teen. With no scruples. She walks with her tail in the air. Her demands are that of a narcissist. You are on her time, when she wants attention she gets it, and whatever she wants she gets. She can’t be ignored or she will claw you. Speaking her language “Get up maid it time to feed me, and clean my litter box, and while you're at it get me some freshwater to drink because I’m parched. As far as my color I’m as black as the hole in outer space. Why should it matter anyway if I was orange you are still my servant to do my biddings. If I see you walking in front of my I will surely cut you off to get ahead of you. I’m first around her up or down the steps I don’t care. If you fall it's on you because you walked in front of me. How dare you sit in my spot when your not looking I will give you a thrashing you won’t forget it will be so fast you will be too slow to even catch me. I’m the Black Queen on my throne so when I see you. I will look into your eyes, rubbed my paws up against you, and now you are mines.