Puppy

Something rather... erm.. how should I say? Interesting? Embarrassing happened? Or both? Ya, I think it would be safer to say both.

My sis suddenly called me out of the room to the living room because something happened. There was a dog outside our house. A little puppy, I would say. Cute little dark colour puppy, with a leash on its neck. It seemed lost, strolling around the area, sniffing. It was lost.

Poor little puppy...




So, as the two of us are kind-hearted people (don't deny, people!), we found some biscuits on our home and wanted to pass to it. But it refuses. It just stayed at the opposite direction, looking scared. So we thought it was scared of us.

Suddenly, out of the blue, it just went inside the apartment opposite ours. We stared blankly at each other thinking: "Shit, that dog just went into people's apartment!"

But guess what? The flat's owner just closed the door minutes later.

What does it mean?

That bloody dog is theirs! So that was how it pay for our kindness, huh? Grrr...