"LUKE, GET YOUR A** IN HERE!!!"
That was the call that came from the bathroom, and Dakota's faithful rottweiler pushed the door open with his paw, where steam from the running shower promptly began to pour out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Dakota pulled the curtain back enough to poke his head out and bark out another command.
"Go get me a towel, boy!!"
Upon command, Luke backed out of the bathroom and walked to the hallway closet which was right next to the bathroom. The closet door stood wide open, allow Luke to sit up and place his front paws on one of the shelves. He then took a thick blue towel into his mouth, brought it back to the bathroom, and sat it on top of the toilet.
Yes, Dakota has him trained to bring bathroom linens. Apparently, forgetting to grab a towel before he gets in the shower is a pretty regular habit for ol' Kota.
Five minutes passed, and the water cut off. Dakota reached out from behind the curtain, picked up his towel, and closed the curtain back. He liked to be good and dried off before getting out of the shower. Funny thing about him, he could stand outside in 25 degree weather with short sleeves and be perfectly fine, but he never could stand the immediate cold that comes with stepping out of the shower soaking wet. Just one of his little quirks.
A couple of minutes later, the curtain was pulled back completely, and Dakota stepped out with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror and immediately began running a comb through his hair, trying to at least get the tangles out. That job always sucked. He swore he was gonna cut it off completely one of these days.
Finally, after much pulling, yanking, and accidently ripping a few strands out, he got it about as straight as he liked it. He then walked directly across the narrow hallway and into the bedroom. The door closed behind him, and minutes passed. It wasn't too long, though. Being the man that he is, he was dressed in three minutes tops. Well, as dressed as he was gonna get for now anyway. He emerged from the bedroom in a pair of his best jeans, barefoot, and without a shirt for the time being. He stepped back into the bathroom long enough to grab one of his necklaces....
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...sliding it around his neck, and he then headed back down the hallway, turning right into the kitchen. There wasn't much room to work with here, but he was going to do the best he could. Laying out upon the counter were all of the ingredients that he needed for the main course of tonight's dinner, smothered grilled chicken breast.
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
1/2 pound of mesquite smoked bacon
2 tablespoons of seasoned salt
1 cup of Jack Daniel's BBQ sauce
2 cups of sliced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
1/2 cup of chopped peppers
4 slices of mozzarella cheese
4 slices of American cheese
When you combine that along with the side dish that he was getting ready to make, wild rice with rosemary stuffing....well, Dakota Steele was fixin' to go to work.
Ohyes, and don't forget dessert. Warm Italian chocolate cookies would be on the menu for tonight. Hey, chocolate can win over any woman, right?
And that's not even to mention the strawberry romaine salad that he had already made up before he got in the shower. It was now in the refrigerator, waiting to be devoured.
Dakota glanced towards the clock. There was still quite a bit of time left before Jade was due to arrive. This could be a big night for ol' Kota, but he was cool under pressure. He was just VERY thankful that he'd gotten busy cleaning up the apartment as soon as he got home a couple of hours ago. It was ungodly, but it seems to be at least halfway presentable now.
That was the call that came from the bathroom, and Dakota's faithful rottweiler pushed the door open with his paw, where steam from the running shower promptly began to pour out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Dakota pulled the curtain back enough to poke his head out and bark out another command.
"Go get me a towel, boy!!"
Upon command, Luke backed out of the bathroom and walked to the hallway closet which was right next to the bathroom. The closet door stood wide open, allow Luke to sit up and place his front paws on one of the shelves. He then took a thick blue towel into his mouth, brought it back to the bathroom, and sat it on top of the toilet.
Yes, Dakota has him trained to bring bathroom linens. Apparently, forgetting to grab a towel before he gets in the shower is a pretty regular habit for ol' Kota.
Five minutes passed, and the water cut off. Dakota reached out from behind the curtain, picked up his towel, and closed the curtain back. He liked to be good and dried off before getting out of the shower. Funny thing about him, he could stand outside in 25 degree weather with short sleeves and be perfectly fine, but he never could stand the immediate cold that comes with stepping out of the shower soaking wet. Just one of his little quirks.
A couple of minutes later, the curtain was pulled back completely, and Dakota stepped out with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He stood in front of the mirror and immediately began running a comb through his hair, trying to at least get the tangles out. That job always sucked. He swore he was gonna cut it off completely one of these days.
Finally, after much pulling, yanking, and accidently ripping a few strands out, he got it about as straight as he liked it. He then walked directly across the narrow hallway and into the bedroom. The door closed behind him, and minutes passed. It wasn't too long, though. Being the man that he is, he was dressed in three minutes tops. Well, as dressed as he was gonna get for now anyway. He emerged from the bedroom in a pair of his best jeans, barefoot, and without a shirt for the time being. He stepped back into the bathroom long enough to grab one of his necklaces....
http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b397/HornLakeTiger/Random%20stuff/193218702_1.jpg
...sliding it around his neck, and he then headed back down the hallway, turning right into the kitchen. There wasn't much room to work with here, but he was going to do the best he could. Laying out upon the counter were all of the ingredients that he needed for the main course of tonight's dinner, smothered grilled chicken breast.
4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
1/2 pound of mesquite smoked bacon
2 tablespoons of seasoned salt
1 cup of Jack Daniel's BBQ sauce
2 cups of sliced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
1/2 cup of chopped peppers
4 slices of mozzarella cheese
4 slices of American cheese
When you combine that along with the side dish that he was getting ready to make, wild rice with rosemary stuffing....well, Dakota Steele was fixin' to go to work.
Ohyes, and don't forget dessert. Warm Italian chocolate cookies would be on the menu for tonight. Hey, chocolate can win over any woman, right?
And that's not even to mention the strawberry romaine salad that he had already made up before he got in the shower. It was now in the refrigerator, waiting to be devoured.
Dakota glanced towards the clock. There was still quite a bit of time left before Jade was due to arrive. This could be a big night for ol' Kota, but he was cool under pressure. He was just VERY thankful that he'd gotten busy cleaning up the apartment as soon as he got home a couple of hours ago. It was ungodly, but it seems to be at least halfway presentable now.