Some believe that a borrowers worst nightmare is a human, but that isn't true. At least not for me. Humans are selfish, invasive, and cruel. If I was caught by one, I would surely be killed or sold off to some science lab and experimented on. There are endless possibilities of what a human could do to me, but somehow, they're not my my worst nightmare. Dogs are.
I fear them. I hate them. Any negative feeling about dogs is what describes me. I don't understand how humans can have these huge slobbering beasts as pets. I've heard stories before of humans being attacked by them it just doesn't make sense to me. If they're so unpredictable, why keep them around as companions? If I were a human, I think I would still fear them. These monsters who can rip you limb from limb the second they feel like it.
It's funny, though. Despite fearing and hating these creatures with all my heart, here I am. Standing right in front of one willingly and refusing to back down or leave.
Why am I so close to a creature a hundred times my size? An unpredictable being that preys on other animals? One that could see me as a squeaky toy and rip me apart in an instance?
I didn't live in the building of this human. I lived in the one right attached to it, and all night every night, all I could hear was the screams of this animal. Abusive master. Would come home drunk and do despicable things to their dog every night. It disguisted me.
My house's human would do nothing about it. I hated him. I hated how he could clearly see the abuse this human was doing to their pet and chose to ignore it. I hated him so much, and then I started hating myself, too, for not being able to do anything.
I knew that by investigating what was going on, it would only overwhelm me with guilt seeing the condition the canine was in, but I just had to see it, and now here I was standing in front of the dog
Its huge brown eyes looked towards my tiny body as it lay down in the corner of the room. It just stared and stared at me. Thank God. I don't know how I would've reacted if this monstrous sized being started to approach me.
"... Hey there, doggy are you hurt?" I asked, making the dog tilt its head. Why was I speaking to it as if it could possibly comprehend what I was saying? Maybe this was just helping my nerves.
The dog let out a small whimper as I started approaching it more.
"A-are you scared of me?" I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry I won't hurt you?" Not that I could if I wanted to. I was the one who should be scared right now.
The dog weirdly seemed to calm down as I spoke to it, and right before I knew it, I was standing right besides its paw. My hand reached out hesitantly to pet its fur when all of a sudden, it lowered its head on the floor, trying to get a better look at me.
Their nose was nearly half the size of my body and exhaling hot air all over me. For a few minutes, we just stayed like that looking at each other before I decided to try petting it again. This time, I got closer to its face and put my hand on its nose. The dog started wagging its tail, happy to have some sort of physical contact that wasn't cruel. The poor thing. How could anyone abuse such a gentle giant? How was I supposed to just leave it knowing what was going to happen? This was a mistake. Now I didn't have a choice but to get involved. I had to save this dog.
(This is really lazy writing as it only took me an hour to write, and I'm only doing this bc I can't sleep, but I hope someone enjoys it atleast also I was gonna kill off the dog but got too lazy to write that thankfully)
