"What..what are you? Why do you answer to my dog's name?"
He sighed, then held my hand and pulled me closer to him. "Remember when your dog refused to go to the mall with you?"
My eyes widened. "There was a shooting spree at the mall that day." I said and he nodded the affirmative. "How do you know?"
He shrugged. "Because I am that dog." There was silence, and my heart seemed so loud.
"You're my dog?"
He nodded, and I didn't know when I burst out laughing. "You? A dog? Have you ever looked at your self in the mirror? Really?" I continued laughing, clapping my hands as I fell back on the couch. I only heard him sigh as he walked away, to the full mirror.
"I just did. So what?" He said, his hands on his waist now, and he looked pissed as hell. I shook my head and snapped out of my laughing spree.
"Look, mister. Are you a hobosexual?"
His brows creased.
"A what? What des that mean?"
