Chapter 1: The Memories
I rested my forelegs on the front of my sink, sighing with a smile while looking at myself in the mirror. My dark brown hair short as always, I never liked doing my hair after all. I watch as the water droplets race down my face and onto my neck. I always loved the feel of water, it was always soothing and relaxing on my light grey coat. Cold showers were also the best no matter what. Back when i was a little colt in my hometown, Cloudsdale, it was pretty hot to me. I did'nt like the sun sometimes to be honest, I loved cool air, cool wind, cool weather, cool water, and well...cool anything, really. It always put a smile on my face, my Mama however always thought it was ridiculous of me, until i got my cutie mark. It was a melting ice cube with a small blue breeze going around it. My parents were stunned, yet very proud of me that day.
I turned off the faucet with my mouth, grabbed the rag hanging over the sink that I was resting on, and damped it on my face a little bit so it can at least leave my face moist. I always loved the way the air hit my moist face causing it to be cool. I hung the rag down where it belonged, turned my head right to look down at my dog as he was sitting in the door way, looking up at me with his black marble eyes. His eyes were actually dark brown if you look close up at him, but at a short distance they were black. I never got creeped out by his eyes to be honest, some ponies thought it was creepy or scary, but I thought it was cute. I liked my hazel eyes, so I'm sure he likes his as well, after all, his eyes suit him very well.
Jack was his name, he was a mini light grey and white schnauzer with a very short haircut. Back when I lived with my parents, my Mama (I always call her that) wanted a dog that didn't shed and was not TOO big. My dad thought otherwise, wanting a big dog, like a bulldog or a rotweiler, guard dog-like. But of course they could'nt go with my Dad's choice due to my filly sister. My dad's brother owned Jack, he wanted to sell him and my Mama was interested. Jack was perfect, small in size, did'nt shed at all, and very hyper-energetic. Also, when my Mom was a little filly, she loved Trotland. She loved wearing the pretty plaid green and red skirts with a little mini shnauzer sowed onto it, she always wanted to go there but never got to. I was suprised to hear that story, she never mentioned Trotland before, and how much she loved it when she was a filly. I would love to go there with her someday, we would have a lot of fun.
When I was a little colt, I really loved sweets, my Mom would bake them when there was a party involved or a celebration, she still does. I never got around to baking before, but I was sure when I grew up I'd learn how to bake someday. When I was finally old enough I got a job at Sugar Cube Corner down in Ponyville, working from Monday through Friday as a janitor and bringing in heavy loads full of supplies, ingredients, and any other things the shop owners needed to help them with baking or anything else, it was'nt a problem and I did'nt complain. I got paid a good amount, the shop owners were a very nice couple, Mr. and Mrs.Cake. There was also Pinkie Pie, she's a pink earth pony with a dark poofy pink mane and tail who has three baloons as her cutie mark. She's a baker, confectioner, and a party planner at Sugar Cube Corner. She basically...well, lives there. She's cute don't get me wrong, but she's very chatty and she talks a lot, no offense to her whatsoever. I would never be seen as the mean or angry type, nopony would expect that from me and they never will see me act in such a way. I would'nt see myself getting in an argument with anypony, welll...except my Mama. But to be honest, I did'nt mind listening to Pinkie and it did'nt bother me at all. She would always say that I was a very good listener and that she was happy that she could talk to somepony all the time when she was feeling lonely around Suger Cube Corner. I understood that truthfully and smiled.
Maybe I should become a Therapist, It's never too late for a future carrer.
Before I saved up my bits, decided to move out, and find my own place to live in Ponyville, my Mama wanted me to keep Jack. She wanted a cute little female yorkshire terrier, she could'nt handle two dogs and twice the poop, I laughed at that and agreed on the choice. I was kinda worried about the little yorkshire my Mama would buy, with my filly sister being tough and rough all the time, but I'm pretty sure that yorkie would know what's comin' to her once she see's her.
I'm glad I got to keep Jack though, he's a little fuzzball of toughness. I always liked wrestling with him (I was always careful) and playing fetch with his favorite blue squeaky bone. When we don't play, he always lays around and takes naps, sometimes next to me. The silence in my house is always calming, except for random dogs who walk by and he barks or whines at the door, but all in all it's great. He's like a brother to me, a soft, cuddly, funny, furry, and random brother.
I got down from the sink and looked down at him once more, his ears perked up.
"Hey little Jacky Poooooo," I cooed while rubbing his ear. (That was his favorite spot) I always called him that, thanks to my Mama. "Watcha' wanna' do today?" He got up and wagged his tail rapidly. "Squeaky toy it is then." I chuckled with a smile.
Author's Note
This is my first fanfic ever, believe it or not.
I'd like to hear if there are any errors in this story or anything that i can improve on throughout my chapters and writing.
Please let me know, I'm a trainer at work.
- RU55IAN
