‘Twas her heritage that attracted me to her. She were like me. The ‘pure-bloods’ who thought they was superior called us half-breeds, but we didn’t let ‘em bother us.
Or maybe it was her coat. ‘Twas real nice. Silky but warm lookin’. A deep chocolate shade that matched her eyes. She looked classy, like she belonged in a wealthy family, not on the run kickin’ with me in the hood.
I nudged the gift I’d gotten for her towards her. I thought she’d be pleased.
“You crazy, Gus?” she barked. “That crap is poison! Chocolate’s for humans, not dogs, you dummy!”