The dog bought needed chaos to their life. I should have named him as entropy instead of buddy. He was notoriously in his best bad behaviour. It wasn't that Buddy was bad. He was a sweetheart. But he bought lot of pain to her and that's what I wanted.
Indeed it was relief. I didn't have to do the mess. Buddy did that for her. Oh how much I love him for doing this. Every sweet antics of his won my heart while caused terrible tantrums from her. She hated the dog and she hated me too.
I remember the day we bought her. As soon as he came, she shifted to her den. She didn't like the sight of it though she didn't complain until he leapt out towards her room when we put him on the ground. Oh he loves exploring and like any curious dog, he had walked fearless into her room. It was a sight to see her standing on the bed and shooing loudly at the poor dog. But Buddy wasn't going to stop there. He peed at the door as if to show her who the boss was. This irked more temper from her.
Buddy followed her everywhere. He followed her to the kitchen, to the bedroom, to the lounge or even to the bathroom. It was like as if he had shared some connection towards her. Or maybe it was just the way she acted when he was around. Oh I loved it.
One fine day when no one was not at home,Buddy, the mischievous one started to act like the one of three musketeers. He jumped on the sofas and tore the cushions. He had learned to open the fridge door with his paws. He dirtied the kitchen. And not the least, it excreted on her favorite cotton blanket.
When she came back home, she was very angry. That very day she returned the dog back to the store. Augustus didn't like this. How could she send Buddy back without even checking with him (leave me)? This hit us bad.
(To be continued)
Indeed it was relief. I didn't have to do the mess. Buddy did that for her. Oh how much I love him for doing this. Every sweet antics of his won my heart while caused terrible tantrums from her. She hated the dog and she hated me too.
I remember the day we bought her. As soon as he came, she shifted to her den. She didn't like the sight of it though she didn't complain until he leapt out towards her room when we put him on the ground. Oh he loves exploring and like any curious dog, he had walked fearless into her room. It was a sight to see her standing on the bed and shooing loudly at the poor dog. But Buddy wasn't going to stop there. He peed at the door as if to show her who the boss was. This irked more temper from her.
Buddy followed her everywhere. He followed her to the kitchen, to the bedroom, to the lounge or even to the bathroom. It was like as if he had shared some connection towards her. Or maybe it was just the way she acted when he was around. Oh I loved it.
One fine day when no one was not at home,Buddy, the mischievous one started to act like the one of three musketeers. He jumped on the sofas and tore the cushions. He had learned to open the fridge door with his paws. He dirtied the kitchen. And not the least, it excreted on her favorite cotton blanket.
When she came back home, she was very angry. That very day she returned the dog back to the store. Augustus didn't like this. How could she send Buddy back without even checking with him (leave me)? This hit us bad.
(To be continued)
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