Slamming my fluffy, white paw on the table, I snarl at the German Shepherd in front of me.
“How could you?!” I hiss, my tail prickling with anger.
The dog snickers. “Do what? Hurt your feelings?” He mocks me, how could I fall for those eyes, those beautiful, warm eyes.
I shake my feelings off. “You mauled my kid! Thank goodness I was able to stop you before it could get much worse. And now, your...