The human child was a daredevil, or so she had heard her mother affectionately call her. Her name was Tabitha, and she wasn't exactly as fond of her mothers doting affection. Lassie, wasn't either. Tabitha, or Tabs as she was called most times, was six years of age. Not old enough to know right from wrong, not really.. and not young enough to have an excuse for it anymore.
Her blonde hair fell in front of her eyes, it was cut short to her shoulders, and she had decided today was the perfect day to hang upside down from the monkey bars. Her mother eyed her, and began waving a finger at the child.
"Where is your Coat? Tabitha Marie I told you I did not want you outside until you had your coat on." Came the barking voice as the mother opened the back door. Lassie bolted from the door as it opened, happy for the escape from the confines of the home. She hated being locked up. Though the cold was beginning to bite at her bones. Lassie hated winter. Haaated it.
"Fine Momma.." The girl said, flopping back over and landing on her feet as she ran to the door. She nearly stepped on Lassie, and the Mokai frowned and barked irritably.
"Oh hush, Lassie." The mothers voice barked once more, though this time at a different source. "She didn't hurt you."
'She came close..' The mokai thought, and she glared. Though glaring did nothing but irritate the mother further, and she frowned. Lassie shook her head, and trotted off to the swingset. She began digging, leaving little holes in the dirt under the plastic seats.
"Lassie! Damn it!" The mother scolded, folding up a newspaper and stepping outside. She whapped the Mokai once on the rear, and Lassie yelped in surprise.
"Bad dog!" Came the finger wave. Lassie resisted the temptation to bite the human. She would never bite, but if there was a time she wanted to, this was it.
"She's just bored," Came a more masculine tone. The voice belonged to Roger, a tall, handsome man with a firm jaw. He wore glasses that covered his almond colored eyes and he raised a cup of coffee to his lips.
"That is no excuse for digging. She needs to go back to obedience class."
"Oh I think you are too hard on her. Let's get her a friend. She'd like that." He spoke again, his tone firm though he was a bit of a softy when it came to the Mokai. The family likely wouldn't even have had Lassie if it hadn't been for his coaching.
"I can hardly put up with this one and you want me to have another. Of course." The woman threw her hands in the air and stormed inside, pushing past him. Roger shrugged, waving to his daughter before turning and looking at the Mokai who had walked to his side. He smiled, leaning over to pat her on the head.
"It's all right girl. We will get you a friend, I promise." He said, and closed the door, leaving her to the human child once more.
