He was an adorable puppy. Small and slobbery, like most, but he had the strangest scar on the side of his tail. Aunt Wendy said he'd had a tumor removed. He was also unusually aggressive towards my family, except for his owner and me, but in time he grew docile, and my aunt's moving in with us was a success.
His name was Pumpkin. And he was a Russel Jack Terrier.
Or so I thought.
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Good Boy
FanfictionMy aunt's dog Pumpkin and I always dressed up for Halloween together, ever since he had warmed up to me as a puppy. But on the night she passed, he suddenly disappeared, and I was devastated. A year passed, and I was still too depressed to go out fo...
