I need a break from writing... So, I`v decided to come and type. Part 9

The dogs name was ´Puta´- in Spanish, the word means `bitch`. When Barbara and I returned downstairs, a group of people had huddled around MR. B and his dog. Peeking my head out the door, the sight was of an ignorant owner and a dog, not more then 2, that was loving the attention.

Crouched in a police dog trainer pose, MR. B extended his arm, and would call upon Puta to attack. With pleasure, Putas teeth would latch onto MR. B and Mr. B would proceed to spin Puta around similar to when someone, clean of drugs, swings a child around. Puta, enjoying every moment of the experience would clench her teeth tighter and tighter with every rotation, and MR. B, would scream louder and louder, saying ¨ai Puta! ouch! let go¨ Puta, after several times of hearing this command, would let go of MR. B´s arm. Then, after a couple sips of his drink, MR. B would continue the same routine over and over again. All the while, the people surrounding him getting a good chuckle out of the situation. What am I still doing her. Alright, it`s time to get out. I have to get up early in the morning, and I`ve had just about enough of this freak fest!