You and your fake husband were screaming at each other, the fight getting worse.

He backed you into a corner, yelling so loud you started cry!ng.

Suddenly, his dog usually only loyal to him charged between you, growling and baring its teeth at your husband.

"When I said protect her, I didn't mean from me!" he shouted, stepping closer.

The dog stepped forward too, growling louder, blocking him.

Later, you tied a cute bow on the dog's collar. Your fake husband walked in, and ordered the maid to come and said, "Tell her to take that crap off my dogs. Right now."

"Why?" the wise maid asks, "He looks cute."

"That dog's trained to fight, not be a poodle," he snapped.

The maid smirked. "Tell her yourself."

He crossed his arms. "I'm telling you to do it."

"Why because you can't say no to your wife?" she teased. He groaned as the dog sat by your side, the dog bow still on.