I've always loved dogs. And I believe that there's no such thing as a bad dog, only bad owners.
My dad, on the other hand, didn't share my love for dogs. He thought they were annoying wastes of money and time. Though, he thinks that about children too.
When I was 12, my mom got me a golden retriever. I named him arrow and he was the best dog a boy could have. He was sweet, fluffy, playful, and I even taught him a few tricks. But he learned one trick on his own.
My father had always been an angry man. for as long as I could remember. Mom says that he didn't used to be like that, and that he didn't drink either. I didn't believe her- but I guess it makes sense- he didn't drink, wasn't angry. Then mom had me. And everything changed. He would yell at me and hit me for everything ranging from a C in math to accidentally tracking mud in the house. He even yelled at me when arrow tracked mud in the house.
Arrow eventually started barking and growling at my father, trying to protect me. I wish he didn't. Because then my old man would kick him. Though he didn't give up.
I wish he had.
I wish arrow would have just left my dad alone. Because one day arrow didn't just get kicked. He got shot. Right in front of me. I was still 12.
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I'd Always Loved Dogs
FanfictionPaul has always loved dogs. He even had one when he was a kid. That didn't last long. This is the 5th story in a series I have called Paul Has Trauma and Became a Vampire. You dont have to read them in order for them to make sense.
