Chapter Eighty-Seven

Ahh... I want to go back to being just an average hound in the woods, only worried about what my next meal would be, were to sleep next, and how to annoy my brother.

Because if I had remembered how annoying human interaction could be I may have changed my mind before coming "back" to society, even more now, looking from the outside, with the perspective of an animal; which makes me realized that, damn, humans like to complicate things, even the simplest ones.

Like greeting, for example.

 "Good evening Sister Isa, is being a while hasn't it? What a lovely day for a walk isn't it? If you like I wouldn't mind if you want a ride…" The man says with a smile, but that grin looks more like a distortion of his face than a kind gesture, like a fox smiling before stealing your chicks; showing its teeth for the excitement of the hunt.

Yeah, something like that…