Sheila looked at him. He was watching her almost drooling. His constant panting made her feel uneasy. She walked slowly and he followed closely behind. Sheila heard his foot steps behind her. He ran to her and she turned quickly when he passed her. He enjoyed playing with her.
He stopped by tree to wait quietly for her. There was no turning around nowhere to run. She had to walk passed him. He was still watching, panting and licking his lips at her. He ran towards her and let out a loud, strong bark.
“No, Fido. Bad dog” Sheila warned.
Tony Spencer about 9 years ago
A few little errors which could easily be tidied up, a great story though.