The warm smell of freshly brewed coffee beans fills the air with its aromas. As we go further down the street, chit chat is overheard alongside the clinging of porcelain cups. Through the planes, I glimpsed some people scrambling to locate their seats. While others wait in the line that is endless, like those roads to horizons. Suddenly, Jet notices other canines like him and so the battle of war begins, whether it is greetings or curses, remains unknown. The battle is getting fiercer, and the air is becoming thicker as tension increases, intentions unclear. ‘
Drop Jet’ I commanded demurely.
His dark, beady eyes glared at me with understanding.
Dreadful Dusk
I had just stepped off the plane and that nosy one came to sniff my suitcase, poking at my business. His incisors, canines and whatever else he had in that mouth assured me that I was going to be hunted, the next victim. My throat was going to be sliced by his sharp, dagger-like claws. His slimy tongue and a good liter of saliva he produced guaranteed that my parents would not have to waste dollars on the car’s fuel anytime soon. Some were adorable, sweet, and cuddly like those brown chihuahuas, but others were a threat to my dear life. All I knew was that the big Belgian Malinois sure did make my heart pound harder and make me breathe faster.…show more content… As I turned onto a dark, narrow street, a dog halted abruptly. The dog’s eyes were wide, his face knotted up with worry. As a concern, I unexpectedly brought him home. I hastily ran an errand to Coles with my daughter, grabbing what she calls ‘smelly dog food for Wheaten Terriers’. The unspoken rule regarding dogs in an Afghan household remained hanging in the air and their companionship remained forbidden in Islam. Hence, he spent the night in the luxury of a brand-new cat bed in the warm corner of the shed. Finally, I plop down on the couch and drink my
