Nonetheless, she was quite breathless when the dog owner finally got a hold of that piece of hyperactive saliva dripper. After the ordeal was over, I quietly stretched my legs beside her under a tree and gave her gentle strokes in order to calm her down. Without a warning, the little devil leaped onto my hand and gave me a few scratches.
The claws didn't go deep, so it wasn't very painful, but as I look at the scratch marks on my hand, I can't help but think that even if I knew what was coming, I would still gladly let her sink her claws onto my hand. How can you say no to dangerously beautiful things afterall?
1 comment:
Some lovely things have claws
as much as some roses have thorns.
cute!
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