Steven yelled while running.
Russo was so happy to see such an open space and he increased his speed. Soon, he came across a small wooden cabin and stopped just outside. A short old man with a slight hunch came out hearing the bark.
“Where did you come from, dog? Go from here!” the old man raised his hands.
But Russo kept barking, fixed in his spot. The old man picked up a stick, “Its for your own good, dog, get lost!” he raised the stick over his head in a threatening manner. Steven could see this from a distance, “Russo Stop!” he yelled.
Seeing the threat, Russo showed the old man his sharp teeth and assumed an attack position. But suddenly, something happened that Steven could no understand and Russo whimpered like he was kicked in the belly. Scared, he ran back to Steven with his tail between his legs. Steven could not understand what happened to his dog, “What happened boy?” he then looked at the old man, “Excuse me Sir! Did you hit my dog?”
“I did not even touch that dog!” the old man replied pointing the stick at Russo.
Steven checked Russo’s body and there was no sign of any attack or injury. Seeing the size of the stick. Steven could assume that a stick that big would leave some sort of a mark, but there was nothing on Russo’s body. As soon as Russo recovered, he bolted back to the house, which was visible from the cabin. Steven could only witness Russo running back to the house in super speed. The dog scratched the door entered as Rachel opened the door. Seeing his dog reach safely back to house, Steven now turned towards the old man.
“I didn’t touch that dog!” the old man again, but Steven had already believed him.
“I apologize Sir!” he said with a polite tone, “he usually never behaves like that. I don’t know what got into him.” The old man’s face turned back to normal from agitated, “Its okay I guess.” he looked at Steven and then back at the home beyond the trees, “You bought that house?”
Steven looked back at the house, “Yes sir. Its me my wife.. and our dog that you just met. My name is Steven by the way.” Steven took a step further to shake hands with the old man. The old man returned the politeness by shaking Steven’s hand, “I am Bob.” that all he said.
“You live alone here, Bob?” Steven asked trying to get a peek inside his cabin.
“Yeah!” Bob replied, “You better go home and take a look at your dog.” he said while walking into his cabin. Steven was used to the rude people in the city, but he never imagined he would meet same people in the country side.
Deciding not to bother himself with it, he walked back to his house.
“What happened to him?” Rachel asked looking at Russo as Steven came through the door. — “I dont know. He just cried and ran back home.” confused, Steven told things as they were.
“Maybe he is just a little nervous with this change of setting.” Rachel said kissing the dog who seemed tired. Then Rachel walked into another room. “I will get started with the dinner. You wanna help?”
“Yeah okay!” Steven said and followed Rachel, looking at Russo who now sat like an old dog. The dog who was filled with infinite energy now sat quietly in the hall.
—————
The darkness took over the estate and Steven could see the light from Bob’s cabin from his window. It felt a little awkward to Steven to not see any street light in the dark. “This is how we are going to live now.” he said to himself and got back to cleaning the dishes.
“You done with the dishes?” Rachel asked Steven from the hall.
“In a minute!” Steven replied.
“I am taking Russo out. Maybe he will play with me. Poor boy needs some cheering up.” Rachel picked up Russo’s ball and held his leash along with a flashlight. But as soon as she opened the door, Russo remained fixed in his spot, refusing to budge even an inch.
“Come one boy! We will play outside!” Rachel pulled Russo’s leash, but the
Russo was so happy to see such an open space and he increased his speed. Soon, he came across a small wooden cabin and stopped just outside. A short old man with a slight hunch came out hearing the bark.
“Where did you come from, dog? Go from here!” the old man raised his hands.
But Russo kept barking, fixed in his spot. The old man picked up a stick, “Its for your own good, dog, get lost!” he raised the stick over his head in a threatening manner. Steven could see this from a distance, “Russo Stop!” he yelled.
Seeing the threat, Russo showed the old man his sharp teeth and assumed an attack position. But suddenly, something happened that Steven could no understand and Russo whimpered like he was kicked in the belly. Scared, he ran back to Steven with his tail between his legs. Steven could not understand what happened to his dog, “What happened boy?” he then looked at the old man, “Excuse me Sir! Did you hit my dog?”
“I did not even touch that dog!” the old man replied pointing the stick at Russo.
Steven checked Russo’s body and there was no sign of any attack or injury. Seeing the size of the stick. Steven could assume that a stick that big would leave some sort of a mark, but there was nothing on Russo’s body. As soon as Russo recovered, he bolted back to the house, which was visible from the cabin. Steven could only witness Russo running back to the house in super speed. The dog scratched the door entered as Rachel opened the door. Seeing his dog reach safely back to house, Steven now turned towards the old man.
“I didn’t touch that dog!” the old man again, but Steven had already believed him.
“I apologize Sir!” he said with a polite tone, “he usually never behaves like that. I don’t know what got into him.” The old man’s face turned back to normal from agitated, “Its okay I guess.” he looked at Steven and then back at the home beyond the trees, “You bought that house?”
Steven looked back at the house, “Yes sir. Its me my wife.. and our dog that you just met. My name is Steven by the way.” Steven took a step further to shake hands with the old man. The old man returned the politeness by shaking Steven’s hand, “I am Bob.” that all he said.
“You live alone here, Bob?” Steven asked trying to get a peek inside his cabin.
“Yeah!” Bob replied, “You better go home and take a look at your dog.” he said while walking into his cabin. Steven was used to the rude people in the city, but he never imagined he would meet same people in the country side.
Deciding not to bother himself with it, he walked back to his house.
“What happened to him?” Rachel asked looking at Russo as Steven came through the door. — “I dont know. He just cried and ran back home.” confused, Steven told things as they were.
“Maybe he is just a little nervous with this change of setting.” Rachel said kissing the dog who seemed tired. Then Rachel walked into another room. “I will get started with the dinner. You wanna help?”
“Yeah okay!” Steven said and followed Rachel, looking at Russo who now sat like an old dog. The dog who was filled with infinite energy now sat quietly in the hall.
—————
The darkness took over the estate and Steven could see the light from Bob’s cabin from his window. It felt a little awkward to Steven to not see any street light in the dark. “This is how we are going to live now.” he said to himself and got back to cleaning the dishes.
“You done with the dishes?” Rachel asked Steven from the hall.
“In a minute!” Steven replied.
“I am taking Russo out. Maybe he will play with me. Poor boy needs some cheering up.” Rachel picked up Russo’s ball and held his leash along with a flashlight. But as soon as she opened the door, Russo remained fixed in his spot, refusing to budge even an inch.
“Come one boy! We will play outside!” Rachel pulled Russo’s leash, but the
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