"What are you? Some guardian angel sent to protect me? Wait, Tony." He was still looking at me, then he snorted, hoped off the couch and strutted to his bed. He made himself comfortable, wrapping himself up like a croissant, then proceedes to sleep off on me. My questions. My confusion. Almost like how a human would walk out when he didn't want to answer. But then, how would a white husky answer me? In the end, he's just a dog.
I woke to the loud sound of music. I had slept off on the couch, and left the TV on. I stretched, my hands stretching in front of me and my legs behind me to fill length, till my feet came in comtact with soft fur. I reclined, then sat to check it, expecting to see Tony, but there was only my mysterious fur shawl. I didn't remember bringing it out, and when I checked, Tony wasn't in his bed. He could have dragged it to play with and abandoned it here while I was asleep. The fact that I had justified st least one of the mysteries surrounding my dog gave me some peace of mind. I stood up, and went to freshen up, taking the fur shawl with me and later leaving it on my bed when I walked into the bathroom. The hot water was relaxing, and I almost didn't step out of it. It was perfect. My enjoyment was cut short when the water got too dirty to stay in, and I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body and walked out, still mildly dripping. I didn't have classes, or any plans, so I opened my closet to get my comfortable shorts and tank top, but the first thing I saw there made me stop. There, on a hanger, was my fur shawl. I stopped for a bit, then ran my hands through it. It gave me the same electrifying calmness, and I closed my eyes momentarily to feel it. I almost didn't want to turn towards my bed, but I did, and I saw it there. The other fur shawl. The one i'd seen on the couch next to me. Now I had two mysterious shawls. It took all the will power I could muster not to faint on the spot.
"Hi." The kind looking woman smiled at me as I took a seat opposite her. She loked to me around her mid-fourties, with beautiful blonde hair that she kept at shoulder length. She looked really professional with the lab coat and all, and I just wanted to talk. "Miss...Audrey Woods?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's me." She leaned forward, and I notixed her eyes. Her eyes looked almost like my dog's, making me shiver on the spot. She smiled, as if she had been expecting me to do just that. "What is your complaint?" I swallowed. She was drawing me in, and even though the uncanny resemblance to my dog set my heart off in a crazy, unsettling pace, I started to talk. "I don't k ow if I bashed my head somehwere and I am starting to see things, or if I am romanticizing my last heartbreak to the extent of thinking he would be protecting me, but my dog protects me." She gave a weird smile. "Don't all dogs try to protect their owners, miss Audrey?" I nodded. "Yes, but they are rarely ever successful at it, since they are only animals. My dog stopped me from going to a mall, and there was a shooting spree there. My dog stopped a stack of falling plates. My dog removed my SIM card from my phone when my ex kept calling. Seem normal to you?" She gave me a look, and I saw a frown pass across her face. I just hoped she wasn't beginming to see me as bat shit crazy. What she said next, though, made me think she was batshit crazy. Her face was stoic and unemotional. "You don't appreciate it?" I stopped. "What?" She shook her head. "Never mind." She cleared her throat and adjusted her sitting position. "So you came for therapy because you think your dog is possessed,or something?" Pretty unprofessional to say, but I let it slide. "Or you believe it just doesn't make sense and you want to check the facts?" I nodded. "Yes, yes, doctor. That's it." "Call me Kelly." She said, and assumed her kind face again. "Would you like it for me to go check it with you? If something is wrong with you, it can't be with both of us, right?" I nodded. "Thank you." She smiled, the crinkles in the corner of her eyes making her smile even more alluring. "You're welcome." She stood up, pulling off her lab coat, and replacing it with a white coat she oulledboff a hanger. "I like your coat." I remarked, watching her expression. She only shrugged it off, pulling it over her really broad shoulders. "Looks exactly like a shawl I have at home." This time she gave a small laugh. "Well, the design is quite common." I raised a brow as she grabbed her keys. "Is it?"
I opened the car door as soon as we got to my apartment, ran to it and opened the door. I was eager to know if I was really going crazy from the real Tony's trauma or my dog was a bit more than what he appeared to be. "Come in." I said to her, and she walked in. I turned on all the lights and called for Tony. "Tony!" No answer. I checked his bed. He wasn't there. I had seen him before I went out to the therapist. He had been just here, and I had given him everything he would need before I got back. "Tony?" No answer. I checked the closet, I ran out, I checked under the bed, the kitchen, nothing. My dog was missing. Was he annoyed I thought there was something wrong with him? "Tony? Tony, please?" I heard a sigh from behind me and I turned to an obviously disappointed doctor. I had forgotten all about her in my frantic search for Tony. "I'm...sor.." "I think its the trauma from your past relationship. An extremely wise pet who protects you and who you named after your ex, all of it is in your head." She sighed again and gave me a card. "Maybe you should come again." Without saying another word, she walked out, and soon, I heard the sound of her car driving out. I struggled to wipe the tears off my face. I had expected it to be her personal card, but it was just the hospital card. I sighed and pushed it into my pocket. I only wanted to find Tony. Nothing else mattered right now.