It had been easy to fall in love with the cute little bulldog and its goofy overbite. She used to pet it and it followed her everywhere.
But now, with it all being grown up and all, it had gotten complicated.
Sure it would still come along on long walks. Sure it would run through falling leaves but it would also chase its tail, bark at strangers and drag her into all kind of shops. Usually at the most random moments when she did not really need any new shoes.
The scariest thing was, it didn’t realize it was just a bag. It would just sit there, on her lap, staring at her. Drooling, wiggling its tail. Demanding from her to take him out again.
Gross. Caught them red handed. Locker and Street quite going at it. Pinned against the wall right there, halfway through the alley.
I guess he isn’t used to exposing himself like that in public.
I’ll say that. He looked rather flushed when I caught them on camera. Street did not blink an eye though, like she is used to having people going up and down on her like that day or night. No shame, and she could’ve shaved.