The air was mild and fragrant.
It was the time of the day that Bruno loved most, walking Tiny, his dog - and only companion.
They had passed the last street lamps.
The starry sky glittered and the wanderers stopped, one sniffing around for markings of dogs, the other admiring the milky way, which had been invisible in the city.
"Hands up!", a rasping voice bellowed.
Bruno dropped his gaze and found himself in front of a gun.
Tiny drifted towards the robber, sniffing.
"Call it back!"
Bruno smiled and said: "Heels!"
And the Rottweiler bit the man in the calf.
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Liz Milne (over 8 years ago)
Love Tiny, good dog! (Although it might have been funnier if he'd bitten the mugger in the bottom! :P )
Published: February 19, 2016 07:55
Category: General Fiction
Iarwain Olofsson (over 8 years ago)
In Germany "attacking" commands are illegal, especially for big dogs.
I used to have a Rottweiler lady named "Lona", who would have done the same thing D.M.s is supposed to do.