
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?
Some lovely things have claws
ReplyDeleteas much as some roses have thorns.
cute!