Looks like his day of ghost fighting wasn’t done just yet. As he trapped one ghost in his thermos, the icy breath of his ghost sense went off signaling him that another was near. Alright where could that spirit b —— ❛ OW! ❜ He winced in pain and looked down at his leg. Feeling the familiar teeth of a certain ectoplasmic canine that pierced his flesh. Looks like his lil Ghost PUP found his way back to Danny. Now if this were some random ghost, he would have pulled out his THERMOS and sucked up the little entity with no questions asked. However, Cujo was a special case.
❛ Alright boy, let go of my leg. Come on, let go. ❜
"Arf!" Obeying the command, he did let go, tail wagging
more as instead, he began licking the teen's face happily. His Master
was easily his best friend and it showed as he dropped a certain
squeaky toy at Danny's feet, yipping happily.
Would master play? Could he? Or was he busy? Master was
always so busy, but that didn't matter! Cujo could always chase those
annoying barking tree rats if nothing else! Or romp in that fresh pile of
raked leaves over there! "Arf, arf!" he really, truly hoped the ghost teen
wouldplay though!
