"Bad DOG!"
"Master?" The husky looked surprised as he closed the refrigerator door. Instinctively his tail drooped low. He was confused as to why was his master speaking like that. He'd been a good dog the whole weekend!
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID" - His master bellowed out.
The husky mind reeled - he'd been following his master beck and call. He'd been acting like a good puppy not a lawyer, like he normally was. He just wanted a little snack in between their play - it was his food. He bought it!
"Master?"
"NO TALKING, YOU STUPID DOG!" - His master rapped his claws on the tile floor, slamming the refrigerator door.
"But I was HUNGRY..." the husky whined, his tummy growling. He smelled the last whiffs of food from inside the refrigerator.
"I'VE HAD IT!" His master grabbed his collar and pulled the bad husky out of the kitchen. The husky whined and dragged on the the ground bumping into things... wondering what he did to deserve this and why he allowed himself to be like that.
In a blur his master dragged him quickly across the yard and pushed him head first into the dog house. "BAD DOG"
He could hear his master yell at him. "BUT BUT"
"NO TALKING! STAY! STAY!" The commanding voice bellowed in the dark.
The husky whimpered and whined in the darkness wondering what would happen next... but then he felt the soft touch of a hand against his rump and smiled.
He would be punished soon enough, the way a good husky should be punished.
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