I have this dog, ever so loyal.
One minute he is snuggling in my lap, the next he sinks his teeth into my flesh. Bite marks cover my body, some scarred, some fresh. I love my dog, and he loves me. My closest friend and my worst enemy. Everywhere I go, he follows. Anyone who nears me, he growls, ready to attack, to keep me safe. I've given everything to my loyal companion, and in return I get injured more.
But I know he loves me. Oh so much. Such a good pet, to keep me safe from others. His features, unlike any dog I've seen.
His eyes, are holes that cry regret. Sadness. Pain. Fear.
His mouth, a haunting smile, constantly stitched in.
Teeth, sharp like razors.
Claws, like daggers.
Injuring anyone who gets too close.
Everyone tells me to get rid of my baby, but how could I betray him so?
I love my dog, and he'll always be there for me.
