a girl in a pink flora dress was running after a fat jack russel who had a green ball in its mouth.
oooh but it sure can run and dart abt this bolster of a dog (yea it resembles a short and fat bolster)

she chased the dog round and round the dark living room, careful not to stumble over/ bang into the furniture while the master of the dog sat coolly in a corner, burning CDs on the comp.

dark, cos it was 9pm at nite and the only light shone from the lamp on the computer table.

"dun bother chasing it, u wun get its ball." said the master.
perhaps he has finally grown weary of the thudding and laughing sound coming frm behind him.

"im not trying to get its ball," said the girl, "im just chasing it for fun. cmon Chance, yoohoo!"

without warning, Chance jumped onto the girl and shoved its nose into her face and scurried away, still biting on to its green ball.
EEEEEEEEKS! she squealed and started wiping her mouth where Chance's wet nose has landed.

"wad happened?" the master asked in a pretty jaded voice, his eyes nv left the screen.

"your dog, it jumped on me!"
actually it wasnt abt the jumping, it was more of the wet nose but hell, she was too bz wiping her mouth to elaborate.

"do u wan to go wash up abit? she is quite smelly." the master turned to look at the girl.

"no its ok," she replied and rubbed her mouth vigourously with the back of her hand and catching a whiff of Chance's EDT (eau dog toilette) on her dress.

"yeah, it really stinks!" she whinced.