He felt himself grow angry. He had done nothing wrong to the puppy! It had come to him; what had it expected? He whipped the can at the puppy, the sound echoing as it bounced against the concrete, rolling to the traitorous fur ball.
The puppy didn't seem too happy about it. Suddenly, it bore its fangs, snarling quietly. Soon the snarl grew louder, and he began to doubt his actions. It was when the puppy charged at him that he let out a cry, stumbling backwards. As the puppy went into a frenzy on his leg, he began crying out.
"I'm sorry puppy! I'll- ACK - give you a biscuit if you let go! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY-"
Though he didn't know quite how sorry he'd be.
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