Yes, I'm really writing this fast. Even though all of my other stories haven't been updated for years….I should probably get to them… But yes this is the second part of my story. So enjoy!

I woke up to the loud noise of race cars. I opened one of my eyes to see Dashie enjoying herself watching NASCAR. She had watched nothing else since I had shown her it a week ago on her bath night. I recently decided to bath her every day until she could do it herself. IF she could do it herself. I'm not sure yet of her capabilities in this world. I got up to check the clock, Dashie's eyes still plastered to the screen not noticing me even being awake yet.

7:00 A.M. I'll have to go to work soon. The first night I found Dashie, I had taken a day of off work so he could spend time with her. I don't work on Sundays either. I didn't like how Dashie had reacted the day after Sunday. She had cried and begged for me to stay. I couldn't stay home anymore otherwise I would get fired. Dashie calmed down when I told her that I was relying on her to watch the house. She liked to be in charge and helping me. I at the moment though I still had an hour before I needed to get ready to go there.

I picked up Dashie and took her to the kitchen. I made her a small salad from the daisies that were in the garden my deceased mother had left in nice shape. There were too many flowers in the garden anyway. He handed her the small plate and watched her eat it happily. I quickly got her out a glass of tap water. I had tried recently to see if she likes bottled water more, but she didn't like it for what he could assume was the chlorine.

She jumped onto the table after she was finished. She picked up the plate in her mouth and put it into the sink after she had jumped back onto the chair and then onto the floor. She had used the foot stool I had put down for her so she could get to the sink by herself. I was ecstatic that she did this on her own and let her know it. She happy giggled at me when I stroked her mane.

-Hours Later-

I got home at 4:00 P.M. to see rainbow dash staring yearningly outside of my living room window. At first I thought it was because she had missed me and wanted to see me again. I'm selfish for thinking it though. When I went inside I noticed that she still had a tinged with sadness look on her face.

He went next to her and asked her "Are you okay."

I then realized what she had wanted. What my little Dashie needed. I quickly grabbed her and took her outside to the backyard. None of the houses nearby had of view of it, so Dashie could be out here and I won't need to worry. I set her down on the grass and watched her look around the area. She had walked her way over to the garden and took a bite out of a daisy. I noticed her spit something out and run back to me. She had tears in her eyes and was sticking her tongue out.

I asked her "what's wrong?"

In answer she stuck out her tongue, showing a stinger embedded in it. I used my fingers to pull it out of her tongue. Her crying served as her reaction. I should have told her to be a little more careful. I hoped that she wouldn't get sick from the bee sting. I quickly picked her up to take her in, but when I hit the door she squirmed out of my arms landing on the grass. I knew that she wanted to stay outside and play more. I decided I would let her but not without making sure she wouldn't get hurt. She found another bug and watched it closely. Being fascinated when it flew away on its wings; she looked at her own wings and flapped them. Not even getting an inch off the ground. I went towards her and picked her up. She squirmed, thinking I was taking her inside. I held her up above my head and watched her squeal. When I was going to bring her down a moment later, she giggled and stretched out her hooves. I heard her say her first word. At least I think it was a word.

"Whee" She squealed aloud.

I was happy to watch her do this. After it had gotten dark I brought her down to the ground and opened the door inside. I looked at the turned off computer. I didn't want it on because I didn't want her to use it and find something that could hurt her. After I made sure Hasbro wasn't on his current, free, cable plan, he let her use the remote freely. I don't want her to see the cartoon and notice what was there. I looked around when I realized Dashie wasn't near me. I saw her settled on her chair with the TV on. Her eyes were closed and she was already snoring. I covered her up as I had always done when she had fallen asleep with nothing to guard her from the cold.

I saw her open her eyes slowly and say "Goodnight Daddy."

Daddy. I didn't think too much of it. After all the caring and loving I had given for her, she had formed a bond with me. I didn't really pay much attention to it. I stroked her mane gently and turned the volume down so she could sleep better. I realized I didn't give her dinner yet. I didn't want to wake her up though. I decided on letting her sleep on the couch she loved so much.

I spoke two words to her to help her sleep "Goodnight Dashie."

I went to the couch and fell asleep. Waking up only when I felt her crawl up and lie down onto my arm minutes later. I stroked her mane until we both fell asleep.