Spy-Dog

Spy-Dog

One dark rainy morning, a dog named Fluffy stood staring out at the window. He could sense something was wrong, but not what. The Beagle racked his brain, but everything just seemed to come out blank.

He watched as his owner, Dylan, stumble down the staircase. Dylan's hair was wild and messy, like a pile of mashed potatoes on a plate. He was ruffling his hair, looking more like a half-dead zombie than one of the living human boys.

"Good morning," Dylan greeted Fluffy grumpily.

Fluffy barked back, wagging his tail delightedly.



--To be continued