Dog

One day while I was walking down my street, as I have a routine of doing, I heard a sharp barking from behind me. It was a deep growl, as one would expect from a large, vicious dog. But as I turned my head, instead of my eyes meeting a hound, I noticed a small, white dog. It had its snout just barely poking out between two fence posts, barking at me in a low tone.

“I guess its bark is worse than its bite.” I said, turning away.

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