I am lying in the brilliant green grass, although I do not know for certain that I am not touching the dirt. I am not certain of what small creatures may be crawling into my fur now. I have been told of ticks and fleas and other disgusting blood sucking, life sucking, gross creatures that like to attach to fur. I do not want these terrible things touching me. It is all HIS fault for doing this to me. He made he roll in the dirt and get dirty. He touched me with his dirty paws. He tackled me and he did all of this, without even asking. What a rude boy! And now...now my beautiful form is violated with the grossness of earth.

My prussian blue eyes are filled with uncontrollable tears. I cannot stop them from flowing. They are rather annoying if you ask me, as they blur my vision and make the world look funny. And are they clean? Are they keeping my pelt pretty? Is that why I am crying? It is a liquid, clear like water. I am pretty sure that I am crying because I am too dirty and my body wants it to be clean. I think I must learn to do this more often, in order to keep my face clean of dirt.

I keep on crying, my voice huffing and puffing, whining and yowling at times. It is only natural, to cry when someone violates you so. There is a noticeable frown upon my shining silver face, a frown that shows just how...displeased I am with this whole situation. My ears ear his words, of how I hurt him and I cannot fathom it. What in the world was this dirty boy talking about? I hadn't touched him, he hurt me first! I would never hurt him because I would never want to get close enough to do such a thing. He must not be right in the head or something, but of course, not like I. I not only worked on making the most beautiful of bodies, but the most beautiful of minds, and of course my mind would be better than his. I think I may have to get used to being around others who are...not as bright and shining as me? It is horrible, really, a world full of...dummies. I simply buff at his first remark, knowing on the inside that I am completely superior in my logic.

I, however, do not like the tone of voice this puppy uses with me. He screams and yells all angry, like I did something terrible to him. Dumb boy. He touched me first. He started it. He has no one to blame but himself, and I will make sure he understands that fully...once I am done crying, which is still happening, and I still cannot stop as I lay on my white back in the grass, my paws still up in the air. He speaks again, and I must admit I don't completely listen to his words between my sobs. I mean, he already proved to not be very...smart, and not to care one bit about his appearance. Apparently he has to stay the unfortunate color that he is. Black. Okay, so my mother and brothers are black. My Father has told me that white is the superior color though, and I am the only one in the family that has no black. My sister is half black. Okay, okay, so this boy has sparkles on his forehead, sorta like Mother. But still! He is dirty because he walks in dirt and does not care for where he steps, and being black just means it is more...difficult to know if he is clean or not.

My tears are starting to dry up, but I still know that I need to get to some damn water and clean up. I lower my paws to my chest, my sapphire eyes extra shiny from tears lurking over towards the rather angry boy as he tells me to stop crying. Well...I just...want to cry more because he told me to stop! Sadly, I haven't exactly...figured out how to cry on command YET. I am working on it, and I know I will master it soon. I turn over, grass and various other things sticking out of my otherwise flawless fur as I flow onto my dainty puppy paws. I am still frowning, sorta, because my nose wrinkles some and my look gets...well, meaner. I am still pretty though, I swear, even after crying.

"You es dirty and you es needing to come with me to the water. You es black and you es not seeing your dirt. I will be cleaning you properly, but you es not supposed to tackle girls!"

My words are firm, feminine but still touched with a slight venom. I stand tall, proud like a vixen I will be when I am completely grown. For now though, I need to get all this...junk out of my fur, and to get all the dirt out, and I guess I need to show this dumb boy how to stay clean so if he touches me again I won't get disgusted. I snort, a snort so much like my Father's, as I stare at the boy.

"You es coming, or you es going to stay dirty? I es not knowing how you likes to be dirty...ugh, my fur, es having so much...dirt and gross!"

As I speak my eyes begin to fall to my paws, lingering on my own form in disgust as I see how horribly dirty I am. My face reflects this disgust before I look back at him, reluctantly moving away and hoping he doesn't tackle me again. I will move on towards the water, and if he comes I will show him the proper way to stay clean and not gross. If he doesn't, well, it would just prove how dumb he is!