Wolves howled to the full moon.
Grrr. Ruff Ruff!
“Becky, stop that!” I yelled, trying to go to sleep.
He looked back at me with a sad but confused look. Beckys my dog. He’s an adorable lil’ fluff ball but always hated the wolves.
Grrrrr! Grrrrr! Ruff! Grrrrr!
“Becky!” Becky was sitting by the door. I opened it, thinking he wanted to go out for dog reasons like maybe there’s a cat but Becky zoomed off to the front gate.
Then, something weird happened, Becky spoke, “Which way to the shops?” He panted.
“What?” I said confused, “Becky?”