Master is oh so kind to me. Today I begged at the table, even though I'm not supposed to, and though he kicked me in the ribs, he then gave me some scraps. I enjoyed chewing on that bone all night before I fell asleep. In the morning Master had taken it away. Maybe he will make me play with it again, if I'm a good bitch.
Sometimes he pulls too hard on the leash and I lose my breath. Usually it's when I try to catch a squirrel or go after a pigeon. I'm just so hungry. I think Master understands that, he usually pets me after I catch my breath again.
He bought me when I was just a little one. There were so many of us, different races, most of us just little ones, back at the yard. Some of us found in the street, most caught by the van when we were rummaging through the trash, trying to find food.
But my Master is a nice Master, and he tells me I'm his good little bitch. He tells me other Masters have to put their bitches down almost right away because they're not good bitches like me. He says those Masters have to buy many, many little ones from the yard. I wish sometimes he would let me walk on my feet though, because my knees hurt and when we play fetch sometimes I rip open my scars when I try to run on all fours.
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Fright Night! #Wattys2016
HororLove horror, gore, and all things scary? Then this is the perfect book for you. This will give you many nightmares. Make you rethink about the creatures that are lurking within the dark. Its just one of the many things we want to ignore, but can't...
