Seamus
-Seamus-
Seamus yelped.
I looked back and didn't see a big scary dog. I saw a scared one, on his back showing me his belly.
I felt horrible.
Crouching down I pet him as I took off the spike collar. I wished I could throw it in the river.
"That bitch," I muttered to Seamus.
With the collar off I tried continuing on the run. Seamus wouldn't move.
"Come on," I said firmly.
He didn't budge.
Thinking I had to win I started dragging him. He fought and pulled with everything he had.
I compromised.
"Fine, we don't have to go that way, but you do have to follow me."
Leaving the trail I walked idiotically into the woods toward a tree. He followed, believing I knew where I was going.
I didn't.
Arriving at the tree I petted him and picked another tree. I walked toward it with the confidence of a king. Inside, the jester was eyeing the dog. Looking for signs of crazy.
Still unsure about this dog I started back to the shelter.
But there was one thing I needed to test.
I took him off the leash. Not looking at him I walked out into the field and picked up a stick.
He was listening now. And he wasn't running off.
Satisfied, I threw the stick.
Returning, the big black dog dropped the stick at my feet and barked.
"Kinda bossy aren't ya?" I chuckled, throwing it again.
"I like fetch too."
He tore off through the grass.