'But you leave me no choice,' George sighed with a heavy heart.
He had grown to love Wick, despite the dog being snobbish most of the time and only playing with Melissa, especially during bath time.
This dog loved being bathed by her and wouldn't let males touch him.
'I'm totally not doing this because I hate you,' With a deep breath, he took aim, focusing on the moment he would need to fire.
However—
Wick suddenly stopped moving and looked at George intently.
'Can he recognize me? Could it be that he remembers our good time together?' he thought to himself, noticing that Wick didn't looked aggressive anymore.
In fact, it started brushing its head against the cage, as if wanting to be petted.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, he remembered us!" Melissa exclaimed, her eyes almost teary. She felt proud that they were able to fix the issue without resorting to their last choice.
