What.. Is.. This...?
This.. Thing.. Won't leave me alone.
And..
I don't know why.
Bark!
It keeps barking? And licking me?
Eyuh. It won't leave..
WOOF.
"What? What do you want from me?" I don't think this thing can dodge a gun but.. Who knows.. If it gets to that, then I won't hesitate.
"Hunny, he probably wants food. You should feed him." Ivor says, leaning down to pat it's head. Hmm, it seems to enjoy head pats.. Weird.
"He? WHat is this thing??" I have a right to be confused okay? This thing shows up at my door, and Ivor instantly starts treating it like a child. This is so weird.
"Charles, this thing. Is a dog. And he's hungry." After he says that he just leaves. How dare he leave me with this. Dog? And some food? I guess. Though, it doesn't look like it tastes very good.
"Um. Here?" I don't know how much I should have given him, but he's eatting it so.. I guess that's good? He's getting it in the fluffy stuff all over him. It's pure white, with black patches, and he's got green eyes. It's really cute, I guess.
Do I touch it? Or let it be? He finished eatting pretty quickly, but now what? He keeps licking me, so maybe I pat him lke Ivor did? Sure..
Bork. I guess that means he liked it? Hmm, I shall keep patting him then..
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"CHARLES! I'M HOME!"
"Charles.?"
"Hellooo?"
Huh. Maybe he's asleep? I'll go check.
"HAHAHa.." That came from the kitchen, I guess he's not asleep then.
As I walk around the corner I see Charles, playing with the dog. I thought he didn't trust him. Well, at least they're getting along now.
Charles finally stops laughing, and looks up finally noticing me standing there. "Ohh, hey?"
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Done! Hope you enjoyed the first story thingy I've made.
