“I didn’t think you would use it as a threat, Day. I honestly thought it would be safer. It’s hard for them to adjust to such a restricted lifestyle. My sister is the same way. She feels like she should be able to have the same freedom she had before, but it’s just not safe.” Nicolle said as she popped a chip in her mouth.
“How does that work? Like, shouldn’t your parents be your sister’s guardian? Why does it fall to you?”
“Well, they could, but the classes are so expensive. My parents took out a loan to pay for the classes, plus the licensing and registration. It made the most sense to have me do it, as the only restriction is that you must be at least 12 years of age and have no criminal history. As they get older, it would be difficult to provide care for her. So, it was simpler to pay once for me. They still help a lot and stuff. So, it’s not like it falls solely to me. But I’m more involved than I thought I would be.” Nicolle said while continuing to munch on some chips while glancing down to see Jordan in the ball rolling about.
Jordan rolled around to see if he could angle the opening enough that he could easily grip the purple plastic of the hatch. He wanted to be sick at just how tall Dayton looked. He had spent very little time on the actual floor proper until today and now looking up it was frightening how impossibly tall Dayton looked from this vantage. Now she wasn’t even skewed by the grass like when he was outside.
Dayton lifted her foot as Jordan started rolling the hamster ball away from her while the sole of her shoe came down atop the ball, immediately holding him in place. She rolled the ball underneath her shoe back and forth, flinging Jordan into either plastic wall.
“Try to run away did you,” Dayton said with a hint of anger in her voice as she looked down at Jordan stuck in the hamster ball.
“Day come on lay off. I’m sure Sara is going to give him hell. Let’s watch a movie.” Nicolle said looking down at Jordan.
“I can’t really hear him down there, Nicolle but even now, I’m sure his squeaks are begging for Sara not to be told. Isn’t that right, shorty?” Dayton said as she crouched down, poking the ball with a single finger which sent it rolling into the side of the sofa where it bounced back towards her where she rested her foot back onto the ball as she stood up.
“He’s a pet, Nicolle. Sara said it herself.” Dayton said before adding, “When a dog tries to run away, you punish it.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to do the opposite. Like making sure they feel safe and secure. Sara also said pet person, I feel like you’re skewing to pet animal.” Nicolle said.
“Nicolle, he’s smarter than a dog, sure but he just needs a stern hand to be led down the right path. I just have to break him in a little then he will heel and obey me like a proper pet. Sara is busy, so if I can teach him these basic underbred life skills, she will let me babysit him for sure.”
“Those aren’t underbred life skills. I got trained and…”
“And this was on the internet and the underbred wiki page for training. Trust me. If you can’t trust your best friend who can you trust?”
“I’m just saying you may be taking this too literally. I don’t think she means that dogs, cats, and underbreds are all equal. Besides, do you really think after he ran away, she’s going to let you watch him?”
“Hmm, you do make a good point, Nicolle. So, you are saying we probably will be partly blamed for his actions as he doesn’t know any better as he’s just a pet.”
“I didn’t quite mean…” Nicolle said before Dayton interjected.
“No, I’m following you it makes sense that a pet wouldn’t be at fault as they are too dumb to know right from wrong without proper education.
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