Love Is Always Write Volume 4

her to get a check-up or something? She's been acting weird the last few days and Veronica thinks she might be sick.
    P.P.S. If my dog dies while I'm on my honeymoon, Flemming; I'll castrate you and make you eat your bloody balls and cock.
    That fucking traitor of an ex-best friend! Leigh fumed in his kitchen, glaring at the note. FUCK! He puffed out some air in a frustrated sigh; well there went his plans for today. Fully awake and no longer wanting coffee, Leigh decided to look for Priscilla. God, who names their dog "Priscilla" anyways?
    He checked the rest of the kitchen, nope. He wandered into the living room, glancing around for her. Spotting a lump of dark brown, white, and caramel he meandered to the end of the couch. And sprawled out on her back, sleeping and looking bigger than usual, was Priscilla. Leigh distantly remembered the Queen Bitch bragging about her being a purebred Bulldog; he just stopped listening about what kind. Leigh shrugged, not really deeming it important.
    After looking at Priscilla for a few more minutes, poking her fat tummy with a toe, Leigh left the living room to go get dressed. He was on vacation, and he was going to enjoy it, even if he got unwillingly saddled with Queen Bitch's dog. He opened his drawers and pulled out the first pair of jeans and a t-shirt he saw. Putting on the dark wash jeans and the dark green shirt, Leigh walked out and made his way back to the kitchen.
    Ignoring the note, he went about making a simple breakfast and some coffee. Eating quickly and neatly, finishing his coffee, Leigh set the dirty dishes in the sink. He was just grabbing his wallet and keys, when he heard nails clinking on the floor. "Yeah, Priscilla," he muttered at the Bulldog sitting at his feet, looking up at him with soulful brown eyes.
    She whined at him, her roly-poly body wriggling around on the floor. Leigh raised a quizzical brow at her. She whined again, huffing before heaving herself up and waddling away. Shrugging, Leigh resumed grabbing his stuff and left the house, locking the door behind him. He's just walking down the steps when he hears a door closing. Knowing who exactly would be leaving at 8:30 in the morning; Leigh looks over at the house next to his.
    Out comes the local veterinarian, Dr. Morgen Silver. Tall, runners build, broad shoulders, short dark hair lightly graying at the temples, handsome. And completely straight and most likely hated Leigh's guts. Just because he caught Leigh skinny dipping in his pool once... OK, so it was more like twenty times, since Dr. Silver moved next door a year ago.
    Sighing in unhappiness, shoving wistful thoughts back, Leigh ignored the heated stare from across the lawns. He needed to go get some supplies for Priscilla, since Brian and Queen Bitch hadn't left any. He'd need to get enough to last three months. Stepping into his car, Leigh tore out of the drive way and made the fifteen minute drive to Petsmart.
    Parking, he walked the short distance and walked through the automated doors and snagged a cart. Pushing it towards the Dog aisle, Leigh felt a bit overwhelmed at all the choices. Shrugging, he looked for any packages that looked familiar at all. Leigh finally decided on a brand, and grabbed a large bag, before putting in bowls and a doggie bed in the cart as well. He also made sure to grab some dog treats and a chew bone.
    Quickly, he made it for the checkout lane and paid for everything. He ignored the veterinary section of the store, knowing that if he looked up he'd see Dr. Silver or one of his assistants going about helping pets. He left Petsmart and loaded the back of his car, before leaving.
    Not too long he was back home, carrying the bags into the kitchen and setting them on the table. Leigh went about taking off tags and filling the bowls with water and dog food. Setting the bowls down near the pantry door, Leigh put the bags away and walked back to the living room. Priscilla was whining and pacing around the room, pawing at the floor and some of the pillows.
    Frowning at her weird behavior, Leigh made a mental note to take her to the vet tomorrow. Shrugging it off, he put the dog bed on the floor near the couch. Sitting down, Leigh prepared to watch some mind numbing shows on TV.
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    With a jolt, Leigh woke up. Shaking his mu zzy head, Leigh noticed that it was dark out and that the movie he had been watching was long over. Blinking away sleep, he stretched, groaning in pleasure when his bones popped. That's when