love sick puppies - tracob

- 4

I didn't know how to take care of angel.

she went to the toilet wherever her heart desired.

"angel, please behave baby," I said holding her.

she just barked at me softly and tilted her head.

I sat in the garden, it was late at night, around 10pm.

I sighed and fell back onto the grass.
angel jumped up onto my chest and licked my face.

I giggled.

I heard rustling.

angel started growling.

I sat up to meet eyes with jacob bixenman.

he was on his bike.
he smiled at me.

angel wagged her tail at the site of jacob.

"you look tired," he said.

"I am,"

"go to sleep,"

"can't, angel is such a handful,"

he chuckled and stepped off his bike.

he leaned it against the fence and went through the gate.

"angel, I like that name,"