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Having a dog was so much easier than a
werewolf. The dog didn’t talk back, loved his
kibble, and was very well–behaved. When I
wasn’t home, he just lazed around on the rug,
waiting for me to take him for a walk.
I took him everywhere: the beach, the aquarium,
SeaWorld…
One day, I went to get coffee, and they
wouldn’t let the dog inside, so I tied him up
outside and told him to be good. Suddenly, two
people appeared beside me. The werewolf and
the woman he’d been close to at the coffee
shop.
The woman sneered at my Labrador’s wagging
tail. “Dogs, always wagging their tails for humans. Such a disgrace to the canine family.”
Beside her, the werewolf’s eyes were dark,
glowering at me.
I ignored them, patted my Labrador’s head, and
whispered, “Be a good boy, Buddy. Mommy will
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make you meatballs tonight.”
Then I stood up and walked past them, not
giving them a second glance.
