Isabella Aguirre
Joined March 2018
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Fight
I heard the shouts of the club members around me urging me on. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" "I do not fight puppies!" I snarled as I looked down at the puppy. The crowd booed. It was my job to give the club a fight. To entertain them. The gangs and rich dogs paid and I showed them a good time. To do so, I fought. Dogs. "As I have told my managers," I growled, "I. Don't. Fight. Puppies." I glared at the crowd of rich snobs and criminals and I bared my teeth. I watched as the pup cowered in front of me — clearly terrified — from the corner of my eye.
By Isabella Aguirre6 years ago in Petlife