"NOOOOO, Wolfy, come back here - I said: NO ENEMY - he's not threat... Oh, sorry Nero. Wolfy meant no harm, he's just playing..."
Nero's tone was apparently not polite enough for my pet...
SNAP, RIP.
Wolfy looked at me in a sweet sheepish impish way, a piece of pant cloth dangling from his jaws. I melted - and it was difficult for me to refrain from laughing, because this great hero and halfdemon had to use at least one hand to cover his torn seat...
"I'm really sorry, Nero, maybe DQueene has some new pants from you. Oh, if you don't mind, could I have the rest, then for Wolfy? Doggies like to play and practise claws, teeth and so on, ye know?"
To Wolfy:
"Guess you've made yourself an enemy, I warned you, didn't I?"
"The mirror, yes of course, here it is - how are you going to hold it???"
