Pup Trouble 1

Trinket sleeps silently buried lightly beneath a pile of hay. A rustling nose is made as she moves around, restless. With a start she wakes up and yips. A shiver comes across her body, and she stares blankly at the ground trying to recollect her thoughts.

BlueHeel looks up at the sound, and pads over. "Trinket? You awake?" he talks in hushed tones so as not to scare his pup. He doesn't know how his pup is doing, as she's been sleeping a lot. His tail waggling some as he gently nozes his pup.

Trinket nods blankly and looks up to him.....without an answer. She lets him nuzzle her but then her eyes just shift to the ground, thinking silently. Her paws run through the hay.

BlueHeel looks down, "Dear, are you okay? I was so concerned about you, Icey felt bad that she failed you as well. I'm so happy that you are back." he licks her to show how happy he is that his family is back together.. er as together as it can be at the moment.

Trinket whimpers and nods. She sighs and looks at Whisper, her brow furrowing. Una had told her about Whisper, but Trinket rather not believe it. Sadly though, in a way she did, and didn't like that.

BlueHeel cocks his head some, then turns to see where she's looking, then back. He doesn't know what's been said between them, or what the story is. Turning back he nuzzles her gently, "What is it? What is wrong?" He strives to help, he didn't have much luck helping his mate, she felt he's been pushing his will on her all the time.. so maybe he can help his pup.

Trinket sniffles a bit, but shakes her head. No--everything was fine--or was it? Whisper was crazed....dogs were probably fighting each other at the moment, or being beaten by humans. She had seen her father with her mother last night....fighting. No, everything was not right.

BlueHeel nuzzles gently, "You're sad, what is it, dear?" he doesn't know that he was being watched by anyone but Una, and he didn't want to fight his mate. "You're going to have to deal with what happened in there. I don't want you afraid of anything. You can tell me, I will always be here for you." He rubs against her trying to comfort her.

Trinket is tempted to pull away from her Dad, but let's him anyway. No, she didn't want to talk to him, not now. She did, but last night made her change her mind. Trinket didn't want to talk about anything, let alone talk. Softly, she nods to show she understands.

BlueHeel wonders why she doesn't talk. "Don't pull away from me too." Why is it all the females seem to not want to let him help. "What have I done? I tried to do all I could to get you out of there. I had my friends looking for ways." He looks down at the ground, feeling dejected.

Trinket whimpers. In a way, she felt bad by doing this to her Dad. It was all his fault though, he was fighting with Mom. To Trinket's eyes, that was th same as the pit dogs. Hi fault, she kept thinking to herself. His fault...

BlueHeel whimpers some, "I try to talk to Whisper, and she just wants to fight. I manage to get through to her to come back to her sences, and now my pup just avoids me." He puts his head on his paws, looking out the door of the barn. "Is it so bad for me to try to help?" He asks the empty door.

Trinket looks at her Dad, and sighs. Yes.....she feels bad, but it /was/ his fault. Her head cocks to one side as she catches what he is saying....but still says nothing. Her eyes follow to the floor where she spies a mouse. With a bound she starts to chase after it.

BlueHeel turns some as he sees his pup chasing the mouse. Talking retoricaly as he watches his pup. "What did I do wrong, why do I always feel bad." he watches his pup play, he was starting to feel better, but now... "what did I do to you?" he asks, not expecting an answer. he lays his head on his paws again. Was he this bad as a pup, no, he left before he could be this way; but, now he knows what his mother went through after he left.

Trinket misses and skids nose first into the hay. A small whelp can be heard from her, but quickly she gets up again, pretending nothing is wrong. Trinket could take care of herself, and at the moment she didn't want her father's help. Last thing she had wanted at the moment. She sighs as the mouse runs away.

BlueHeel growls and jumps up the hay bales up too the hayloft. he pads around some trying to think. He's never had to deal with any of these things before, and he hopes he never has to again. "How do I be a father to someone one that doesn't want a father. How do i be a mate with someone that feels she doesn't deserve a mate." He pads his tail agitatedly flicking behind him. "I could have left anytime, but no, I'm staying for my pups wheather they want it or not.

Trinket sighs, and feels like whimpering, even crying because her nose had scraped against the hay. But she didn't, no, she didn't want Blueheel to come to her...not now. The pup was not quite happy at what she had seen, and didn't fully understand it. But....she knew fighting after watching a few dogs do it at the pit.

BlueHeel paces the hay loft, looking down every so often when he doesn't think she is looking, then goes back to pacing. What good is being a father if they don't want it, he thinks. He growls some, whimpers, and then finally flops on the floor of the hayloft, he looks again out the open door trying to find answers.

Trinket watches her father....feeling guilty, but still stubborn to her feelings. He had fought with Mom, and it was his fault....not /hers/. She had done nothing wrong...../she/ hadn't done nothing to Mom. Trinket sits down, only half satisfied with this answer.

BlueHeel slowly going over the last few days in his mind, he tries to figure out how to handle things better. One the one side, his normal way of dealing with someone, through talking not fighting seems to normally to work. he had to break that way the other night, but that also backfired. he doesn't know what is going on with anything these days. He watches the hay blow every so often in the wind.

Trinket sighs. No, she didn't want to stay around here all day, especially when her father was depressed-though he deserved, she thought thoruoghly. Quickly she hops to her paws and starts for the door.