Day 7: Of course my favorite intro would involve a dog

It's one of those days where I wish I were rich with a butler who could take care of my apartment for me. Spent most of the day practicing jiu-jitsu, running errands, and cleaning, with a pocket of time in the evening to write.

Since this is a story about witches, most of my characters are women. One of my teenage witch characters is a competitive jiu-jitsu fighter with a crush on one of her teammates; I wrote his introductory scene today:

The boy yawned and flung his gangly arms over his head, one wrist covering both eyes as he heard his bedroom door being nudged against carpet. He’d been awake for a few minutes, but he knew better than to try to quell the inevitable; he felt the foot of his queen-sized bed bow under the weight of a large, panting Saint Bernard.

His dog plodded up the bed, briefly stepping directly on Tai’s sternum before stopping just short of his shoulders, dribbling slobber as the kid fidgeted beneath him.

“Get off me,” he groaned futilely, tucking his chin to glare at Bentley. The dog closed its mouth, his beady eyes looking well and truly devoid of all thoughts whatsoever, before dropping his entire bodyweight on the kid, knocking the wind out of him. He adjusted his massive paws on either side of him, then resumed his panting. It almost looked like he was smiling. Had he not moved his arms beforehand, Bentley would have trapped him there with no exit strategy.

Every morning, Tai’s dog was kind enough to help him practice some basic Jiu-Jitsu. Planting his left hand on the bed, he flatted his right against the scruff of the dog’s neck, then bucked his hips upward until the dog flipped over like a pancake and he was on his knees above him.

I wish I trained jiu-jitsu earlier in life! Having a dog to practice with doesn't sound bad, either.

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