I plopped my head on the pillow, exhausted from all of my late nights this past week, but still I felt sad to not be learning more of their story. Chili, our dog, sensed my sadness and came over to me, plopping her head on the mattress, her wet nose against my arm. I petted her and noticed the most peculiar thing. Here eyes were solid black. Sometimes this is the case. Sometimes they are like liquid gold. My imagination continued… She tends to growl from deep inside when she’s angry. Although she has remained a “vegetarian” we’ve often wondered if she would go after someone’s blood given the chance. She always has the hunger in her eyes, that’s for sure. She hates going out to the backyard during the day, yet will stay out there for hours at night. And, her skin … it’s as cold as ice. Okay, I’m lying now. But, still I couldn’t help to wonder if she is in fact a vampire.
Maybe with the warm skin though she’s really a were dogwolf.
Or maybe I’ve just been reading to much of this and this:
I’ve crossed over to the dark side and I’m loving it.
