“I’ve killed you at least thirteen times and you’re still coming back to this stupid frozen yogurt place just so you can use your punch card?”
(story is written in first person PoV)
There's this frozen yogurt place across the street that I seem to visit a lot. It's kind of become my safe haven, especially after my neighbor's dog killed me several times. Well, it didn't really happen all at once. The killing thing was more spread out than you'd think it would be. And my neighbor's a great person, albeit being a little too ignorant. I just think he could've chosen a better pet.
Today, I went there after going to the park, and I pulled out my punch card. I've used it a lot, so there are lots of holes punched into the perimeter of the light plastic. Maybe, if you went out and held it up to the sky, you could see beams of sunlight, almost forming a perfect rectangle.
The girl at the counter said my name, and I kindly asked for a cup of mango frozen yogurt with gummy bears. A tropical, sweet treat, perfect for a bright, sunny day like today. She gave me my yogurt, and I happily walked to a table, but my cheerful energy disappeared almost immediately when I saw the person--and his dog--walking into the shop.
He went in line, letting go of the leash so the dog could have free rein of the area, and I wished he knew better, but it just wasn't possible for him. Like I grimly knew she would, my neighbor's dog ran to the table I sat at and barked at me repeatedly, waiting for a response.
"Hello there! Bet you didn't expect to see me here today," she said loudly as I facepalmed. I was the only person who could truly understand this dog, and this relationship didn't work out well with her personality. She's a very hyperactive dog, and sometimes she gets a bit too playful. Playful enough to literally rip someone's face off. I would know. That's what she did to me the first time.
I was asked to pet-sit Petunia by my neighbor a couple months ago. Yes, that's her name. After he left, Petunia ran around and started clawing at me until my face fell off. Then, I screamed and fell to my knees. When my neighbor came back, however, I was awakened by the sound of him opening the door, as I looked at myself, standing up, completely unharmed. "Wow, you did a great job!" he told me. And I got hired to do it all again, and again, and again. This happened at least thirteen times.
As I slowly pushed the spoon of yogurt and a single gummy bear into my mouth, I looked at my punch card again. There was one more hole punched into it, right next to the last one. "About... three more," I said to myself, counting the spaces on the edge of the minty green-colored card. In the center, the shop's logo was placed, along with a message that said, "Complete this punch card and get your next frozen yogurt completely free!"
"Oh, come on, why aren't you listening to me?" Petunia's voice rang out again, forcing me out of my thoughts. "I thought you wanted to play with me!"
"I never said that!" I protested, staring at her impatiently.
"What's that, huh?" Petunia stood up and placed her paw on the table, right over my frozen yogurt punch card.
"That's just my-"
"Dolce Frozen Yogurt? Is that what this place is called? Man, I never even bothered to check the sign." Petunia laughed, and I stared at her, extremely concerned for both her and myself.
Suddenly, I saw the tall shadow of my neighbor, Petunia's owner, standing next to me, scratching her head. "She seems to really like you," he pointed out, grinning. I nodded sarcastically, hoping he wouldn't say what I thought he would say.
"I'm going out on a date tonight, would you like to watch Petunia while I'm gone?" He said exactly what I thought he would say.
"S-sure," I said, my impulses taking over for just a second.
He gave me a thumbs-up, and I cringed. "Thanks for helping me out!" he said, waving back at me as he walked toward the door.
Petunia looked back at me again with a sly smile. "Thanks for agreeing to pet-sit me again! I'll be sure to have lots of fun while you're there!"