8th Post ⊥ #MyFriendAlexa ⊥ Jaya
And I turned around with my freshly produced saliva-coated rubber ball in my jaws. Thinking of incentives with a nice pat on my head and a tickle on my neck, I trotted out of that nasty icy cold stream. My legs felt like icicles.
“I won’t step into this thing again but what if my master throws this ball again here. Argh !”
As I landed on the dry spot, I could not see my master. He was just here standing on this very spot few minutes before.
“Yes, I can smell his chocolaty scent.” I jumped left and right calling out for my seven year old master.
But I am confused. Another strong stinky smell is getting mixed up. Has the master been abducted??? This slight notion raised up all my hair on my back, my heartbeat elevated. I started jumping and calling him at my highest pitch.
After the shouts I stay still, silent, holding my breath to listen to my master’s response but to no avail.
“ Woof Woof ! To hell with the ball.” I lunged and followed my master’s shoeprints and that distinct smell.
“I am going to rip the kidnapper apart.”
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