If the damned exist they do revile persistent bitches and curs which survive tribulation. Although easy, because so few the dogs experience a feral reckoning beyond pampered existence, they do not know what it is to eat a crawling thing or to cherish it. to fear a predator’s desire to eat imbues the life
with precarious splendor. No, they were bored on the cushions chewing light the bone. A violent impulse effervesced between the owners of the dogs at the urban dog park for allowing dogs to demonstrate the grisly, which somehow reflects brazenness on behalf of an owner, for not reigning in the most playful elements. Owners aim truculence to another, yet keep secret wrath by expressing their warmth to dog, and although fond of her spade bitch with a stud for a tail, Greta wished to strangle Athena as much as on her she doted.
She yapped as she concluded to shit before someone else’s Pomeranian. This shit marked a final moment— graciously given by Greta to the bitch—of liberation from the leash—slung then taut to choke—Greta’s prim hand beckoned toward Athena evermore with the beguile of a flogger. “Come, Athena” she beckoned. Yet she does not come anytime she say “Come.” Yet, “Come, Athena” emanated from her maw like the bitch understood language. Finally, the pup was still enough for Greta to clip the leash in collar brass at neck. Athena yapped again and pissed uprooted dandelions. Greta looked away a moment, three her eyes traversed: three mothers on pavement who were pushing each their toddlers in a broad stroller and on a similar plane each speaking to another in what seemed three different languages. “Zola!” cried a woman, whose Pomeranian broke free from her slackened leash. Greta gestured her foot as a barrier to the small dog free from leash, maneuver directed dog near enough to the woman so she picked up Zola with her hands and reprimanded her escape. “Don’t leave Mommy, again. Never leave Mommy,” Lib said then looked at Greta and whimpered a smile, and did expect the dog to understand response. “Thanks, it seems this one commands fair portions of my time though I vowed to not have children.” Greta nods. “I also took the vow, yet sometimes wish I didn’t have to hear the bark of a persistent bitch. In comparison my own neighbors infant’s screams lull me to sleep.” “Well, thanks” Lib says and stumbles away on her dog as it trots her direction. A gaunt lady in a faux-leopard print cheap fur walked past a lame trellis and called “Abraham.” The mastiff bludgeoned its way toward Athena. Greta cried out to this lady, “control your mastiff,” yet Joanna did not, and the mastiff, after sniffing Athena’s asshole, began to hump her senselessly, despite the feeble cries did still mount her, and bit her neck in a manner that at first seemed so harmless, yet escalated when she nipped his nose with her tight bitch mouth and held on. Greta pocketed cute army knife before she left home, and fiddled around with it as she called out to the mastiff and Greta yet in a few swift strides toward the fight, drew her blade and crested mastiff spine which acknowledged the knife with a wail. Joanna shrieked in horror yet did nothing to put herself in way of Greta and the mastiff, and only ambled a small circumference of the yard, perhaps a meter or so, fidgeting with the faux leather gloves she had within her hands. Greta took her hand from the blade in the mastiff once it was clear to her that he was too weak to retaliate and once she had dragged the mastiff with the blade enough from Athena herself that Athena would have been saved, yet she did not remove the blade. Joanna then moved toward Athena and with the full throttle of her leg, kicked her in the underbelly with her foot. No doubt the moccasin which covered her foot did little to protect pups. Other dog owners constrained dogs with the adjustable leash; clicked to signify no slack would allow the constrained more animal to go farther. Athena whined, at this Greta found hold the blade and lodged deeper in the mastiff, dragged it throughout lower vertebrae until it tore the asshole, and thus the mastiff lay innocently deceased along the yard patch with only so much a few fescues and microbes beneath it while it whimpered. As she saw dog lay in dirt, Joanna took Athena by the neck, took the leash still upon her and strangled the bitch ‘til she was dead. The crowd remaining from the outset of the brawl established predicate spectatorships which permit a crowd to amass so large during brawls. Many owners cuddle pets as children to beget lineages, as if to shield within arms is sufficient to exclude a pet from wrath. They decry any horror so do yearn it with blasé.
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