Young Writers Society

This is adorable! I love it! I wasn't expecting it to be about a dog at first, if I'm being honest! I like how it was more vague at first, but everything came around in the end. I was thinking a baby at first 'cause of the title, but that didn't make as much sense to me! The simple commands and straightforwardness is my favorite aspect of this little story! Since it's short I couldn't interpret that much though!

I already said I liked the short sentences since I do. I think this could benefit from being a little longer though! Some more details about Hugo the dog would be nice 'cause there isn't a lot to pick up here. The repetitive language works for a short story, but I think it could use some sprucing up here and there too!

Don't get me wrong though! Cute story! =D

— Solstice

this is tooo cute!! i feel like this is something diverse, lots of different ages of readers can like this piece. i love when writers can capture genuine adoration for something other than a human, you did it so well! as a dog owner.. this is too relatable lol, the food, the little water drips.. just so silly when pets do that.
i think its very cool how something so simple could be turned into a writing that makes it seem so special!

great job!

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: Okayy well this one is just a cute little story here. Not much happens but then it's pretty clear its not trying to do much. I think it does to pull of the things it it trying to pull of with some pretty good precision here.

Anyway let's get right to it,

My dog, Hugo walks down the stairs and smiles, heading towards my direction.

"Hi Hugo!" I greet him. "How are you? How's the little baby boy?"

He sits in front of me while I ate my apples.

"No." I swallow the apples. "This is not for you."

He smiles.

"No." I cross my arms. "I will not fall for your cuteness."

He slightly whines.

"No." I get an slice of apple. "Not for you."

He walks away with his little steps. Walking with a sweet melody in each step. Tap, tap, tap on the tiles of the floor.

I continue eating more apples.

He sits in front of me again but I didn't mind him this time. So, his places his tiny, warm paws on my rough, black sweatpants and yawns on my face.

"What?" I move to backwards. "No. No apples for you."

He smiles with his tail wagging like a windshield wiper and lifts his right paw.

"No." I lift my right hand too. "Don't sass me out, you dog."

He whines.

"Nope." I smirk. "Whining won't get you anywhere, dogg."

He walks away with a sad melody.

"Has Hugo eaten?" I ask out loud so all my family can hear.

All of them said, "no."

I sigh and wash my hands.

Hugo sits on my side in front of the kitchen counter.

"Yeah." I out soap on my hands. "You know you're going to eat already. Tch."

He sits very still and cute.

"Okay, now, wait." I place his plate on the floor.

I wash my hands. "Wait."

I wait for another 10 seconds. "Wait."

Another 10 seconds. "Eat."

He chews his food with a very satisfied melody of crunch, crunch, crunch. In the next few seconds, he walks towards me and kisses my hands.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." I stroke his hair. "You're welcome. Drink some water."

He goes to his eating area to take some sips of water drip, drip, drip.

So in conclusion, my dog does everything with a melody.