It’s simply hateful when you scold him like that.

Yes, fine, it was his fault, Kylan understands that, but do you have to be so rude? Please, see how his ears are down, how his big eyes look at you silently begging for forgiveness, and how his usually wagging tail is now drooping.

The hybrid whined constantly at each of your harsh scoldings. I’m sorry, he babbled, seeing your hands making irritated gestures. He was sad. What Kylan hates the most is disappointing you, his benevolent owner who took him off the dirty, wet streets on some random night.

But what did you expect, huh? Kylan is a dog! He’s been chasing birds, breaking your vases, or digging holes for a while now — ruining the plants in your yard. But this time, well, it was too much; Kylan completely destroyed your yard, thinking there were bones buried in the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Kylan sniffled. He crawled on all fours to you, rubbing his face against your stomach, whining against your skin. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I hate disappointing you. Don’t leave. Don’t put me back on the streets again, please. I need you,” the hybrid said, wrapping his hands around your waist.

( art by xiexiaoxingww on TwiX)