His
golden eyes gleamed as he waited calmly for his target, his tongue
slightly lolling out of his mouth as he licked his lips. He'd been
waiting a long, long time for her to show up and this time he was
sure she'd be here. She kept coming back to this neighborhood...to
HIS neighborhood. His hair was mangy and somewhat flea-infested, he
smelled rank and rancid, and he had distinct doggy ears with a pair
of rather girly shorts, pink, tattered shoes and a too-tight-fitting
shirt on his lanky frame
Bad Doggy
By: saintheartwing
Favorited: 6 years ago
