;3 Then you won't beilieve cchapter 2.
Chapter Review: This is about how our adventrues began. From saving me from an animal, to me saving him from the pound. Enjoy!
Chapter two: An Adventure Begins!
In just 2 weeks, Midnight was a healthy dog and was happy as could be. He was playful, happy, and very fun loving. Every time I came home from school, he’d jump on me and lick my face. I would rub his little black head and sit down to rub his stomach.
“Hey boy, wanna go for a walk?”
“Arrf!” Midnight replied happily
I smiled down at my little dog. We walked around the woods for awhile, then we turned around and went down to the horses. Midnight hated Irish, the farm goat, and did everything to keep the evil thing away from me. Irish was eyeing me suspiciously, and it made me very uncomfortable. I walked into the barn, when I heard hooves hitting the ground. I turned around and my mouth dropped. Irish charged me! I was to slow to move, he knocked me to the ground. He rammed me again as I lay on the ground. Before I knew it, Midnight jumped onto Irish. His teeth ripped at his fur until a pile was on the ground. Irish soon left out of defeat. Midnight limped over to me, and then licked my face. I gave him a huge hug.
“Oh Midnight,” I said, petting his soft fur “Thank you. Want some chicken when we get up to the house? I’ll sneak you a big one!”
“Arrf!” Midnight replied happily.
I looked at Irish. He was charging again! Midnight most likely didn’t here him, because when Irish was only 4 feet away, he looked. I tried to stop the evil goat, but it hit Midnight. He rolled across the dirt ground and got to his feet. Unlike other dogs, who would’ve ran away after an attack like that, Midnight bared his teeth, and ran at Irish. I wouldn’t allow Irish to hurt him again. I grabbed an old whip we never used from the tack room, and went back out. Midnight had his jaws locked around Irish’s ankle. I brought the whip back, and brought it down as hard as I could. Irish ‘baa’d’ and ran off to the 2 horses. Midnight walked up to me and licked my hand. I petted his head and said
“You’re my little hero, aren’t you?”
“Grr…Arrf!” Midnight replied, looking at Irish.
“That’ll do Midnight, that’ll do.”
Midnight looked up at me. I could’ve sworn he was smiling, and the sparkle in his eyes showed he could trust me. I didn’t even try to guess that a 2 weeks after this one that I would be attacked again…but not by a 3’4’ goat…