Dragon keeps a pet dog at her parent's house. Its a little Shi Tzu doggy whom they called Wolfie. Doesn't look like a wolf at all to me. Dragon sometimes called it Alaz, and me her doggy boy. Wolfie has no guts, and once it almost had a stroke when I jumped on him from behind. I honestly feel sorry for doing that.."How about a treat?" I asked.
Wofie wags his tail excitedly and runs towards the back kitchen door, where we keep his dog bones. Wolfie loves those dog bone biscuits that come in six different colours and favours. I like them too, particularly the yellow ones. I know this because once when my daughter was there, we were fooling around and I told her I could eat a dog bone biscuit. She didn't believe me, so I bit off a hunk, chewed and swallowed. Her eyes lit up, she grinned, then flipped out and started crying. So I did the only thing I could do: I licked the tears from her face, nuzzled up against her and everything was fine.. except that now she thinks wolfie is her half brother.
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