Sleeping in his usual sleeping corner Einstein just tried to relax. Being known as a dog with not so many demands, he usually would always find himself doing things for other without any second thoughts. He didn't see anything wrong with helping his fellow friends. They always asked him nicely if he could help them, and afterwards he would always be thanked by them for helping them out. Everybody he knew always had this nice attitude towards him...well almost everybody.
There was one in the group who would, (just because Einstein was a bit slow) treat him like an idiot. And that one was TIto. The little chihuahua had some nerves always yelling for Einstein to help him with something. He never asked nicely, and never thanked him afterwards. And being that he was the smallest one in the group meant that he needed help more then everyone else. It could be anything from reaching up to something, to move something that was blocking his way. And almost every time he would go and force Einstein to do it beacuse he was so easy to convince. Einstein himself found it some what irritating that Tito never could ask nicely, but he didn't say anything becuase he didn't like to hold on arguments that wouldn't lead to anything. But for every time Tito came and forced him to help him Einstein could feel a clear feeling of rage growing within him.
And on this very moment Einstein had previously been helping Dodger and Rita with big things like holding up a garbage container lid while Dodger and Rita searched through it, and then carrying several big and heavy garbage bags on his back all the way back to the boathouse. Dodger and Rita had asked him during the walk back if he would like to have them carrying some of the bags for him. He had told them that it wouldn't be necessary, since he was so very strong (Actually it was because he was so kindhearted that he wouldn't let them have to put on so much pain just for his sake.). When he finally came back home he was completely exhausted, and nothing would be more realxing then to lay down and strech out his worn out body. Getting himself comfortable and tossing his own blanket over him, Einstein was feeling ready for some sleep.
But right on queue the little Chihuahua walked right up to his sleepy head and started shouting orders. "Hey YOU! What are you doing laying down sleeping in the middle of the day?! I need you to help me reach the remote!!!" "Please, can't it wait? Can't you just ask someone else to help you?" Einstein asked with a bit of irritation in his voice. "NO! I'm asking you, so you help me!" Tito said, stomping his little paws into the floor with great force. "Please, I have been doing some really hard and exhausting" work today. My body is feeling really weak right now, and i would like you to ask someone else from the gang to help you with you're problem." Einstein asked in a bit more demaning voice now. Tito simply took this as an insult and walked away, mumbling loudly about "how much of a weakling Einstein is".
This was the last straw for Einstein. He had always been there helping Tito. No matter how simple or stupid the task asked was he would always do it without any complains, and everything he would get back from Tito would be more and more scolding on him. Never had that little irritation ever showed him some love and respect. Not even at his own birthday party. He remembers it so well. He had been given for a birthdya treat a big nice juciy bone that Faggin had found in a trashcan behind a butchershop, and even then the little pipsqueak had told him that he was going to share half of it with him, because "that is the right thing to do".
The right thing to do. "That little manpup doesn't even know what the word rigth even means!!" Einstein thought angerly to himself. He was super furoius now. He wouldn't be able to go to sleep before teaching that small dog some manners. "Sharing half the bone with you! That bone was probably twice as big as you..." His belly gave away a sound of hunger indicating that all the days hard work had left him pretty empty, and thinking back to that big bone didn't make things better. That's when his brain got a nasty thought. The anger towards the small chihuahua mixed with the hunger of having done hard work all day formed a very sinister plan in his head. "Why not solve both problems?" His brain thought. "The only question is, when to do it?"
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