The creature they decided to give us was a true lion dog. Unlike it's mundane counter parts, it had supernatural powers, intelligence, and could even sniff out a scam from a mile away. We named him Bear and he was a very good boy.
Arf! Arf! Arf!
....And he was a very good alarm clock too. Even though it was summer vacation now, he still insisted on me getting up at 6 o'clock. But I guess it doesn't matter. The 'job' I had went from part time during school to full time with flexible hours during the summer. I could choose how much I worked or didn't work each day so long as I at least tried to fill the 30 hour minimum per week for a full time job. Doing training there also counted as working as it would help keep me alive if I ever went out into the field in the future. This help me to fill my quota as they didn't always have something for me to help with. But that aside, I should really get up now. I don't want him deciding he had to resort to peeing on me in order to wake me up.
I sat up in my bed with a yawn and took a look at the clock. It flipped from showing 6:00 AM to 6:01 as Bear jumping onto the bed to give my face it's morning washing with his semi-rough tongue. To normal people, he looked like a short, stocky, medium sized dog with the medium long hair of its golden brown coat cut in a lion trim. To me, his fur grew that way with a bushy mane of long hair growing out from around his head and neck while his fur grew short and coarse every where else. Well, except for a fluffy tuft at the end of his tail.
I patted him on the head before getting up from the bed and stretching. I rubbed my head and wandered over to my hamper where my clean clothes currently were. I grabbed a pair of clean boxers from it along with a pair of zip off khaki shorts and a red and white tie-dye t-shirt with the words 'Where Angels Fear To Tread.' emblazoned on the front. I threw the assemble on and I made my way downstairs for breakfast. Bear jumped off the bed and followed me, of course, and even joined me in the bathroom when I needed to take a pit-stop to stink it up.
When I finally got downstairs to the kitchen, I found the window open and the stove fan was on. I has a hunch and snuck a look in the dining room. Sure enough, my dad was in there working on a disassembled computer. Bits of it were scattered across the top of the dining room table. He was bent over and fiddling with an obscure piece of electronics with his magnifying goggles on. It was frustrating him for one reason or another and there was a small, gold and silver gremlin sitting in his hair. It was giggling like crazy and knowing gremlins, the was a high chance it was the source of the computer's and my dad's troubles.
I hadn't been noticed yet by either of them, so I went back up to my room to retrieve a small jar to keep it in until I got to the precinct. The jar was made of glass with small holes in the top for air flow and a button battery so it had source of electricity to feed on. I may not like or care for most supernatural critters but I wasn't cruel either. I always had some of these jars on hand because of my dad's job.
Like I had mentioned earlier, he worked on computers for living and he was very good at it. If had a circuit board and ran on electricity, chances are, he could fix it or build it back up from scratch. Because of this, he often ended up with ones no one else was able to fix and, 9 times out of 10, the source of the problem was a gremlin of one sort or another.
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