Walking my dog trying to ovoid people. He was trained to protect me so he could be aggressive sometimes. "Mist!" Yeah that's not going to happen. I feel someone hand slide on my shoulders and appear in front of me. "What's up."
"Walking my dog. That bits when someone gets near me."
"That one foot tall Pomerania. Please." He lays down with his tummy in the air. Max scratches it, nothing happened. Slip didn't bite, growl, or anything. Max picked him up slowly caring him in his hands. "You know you as loving as him."
"I am." I take Slip out of Max's arms as man approaches us. Instantly he started to bark like crazy. "Told you." I walk away from Max letting go of the leash, Slip quickly following. As I start to run away him dashing to me. "He also very well trained." Max walked up to him.
"Sit, lay down, stand, chase your tail." Max said in a very unamazed voice, my dog just stairs at him. "I could see." I punch his arm lightly.
"You know what I meant." We started to laugh.
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What Could Have Been
Teen FictionOnly one thing was keeping Mist at home. But as she slowly loose it, she can't bare to stay. Will she stay or choose to leave her life behind.
