And when I was taking them back, an idea popped into my head so I smirked at the thought.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I have to bring them back today, they won't hurt anyone, you don't have to be afraid. Sit down, no more screaming, Zorro! Sit down!" Actually, I brought the dog home on purpose. At this time, I was making some ketchup in the kitchen. When I heard Diana's voice, I came out in no hurry. I didn't put down the ketchup spoon in my hand. When I walked to Diana, Zorro still barked at Diana. I pretended to be angry and told Zorro to shut up. I also "accidentally" threw the ketchup in my hand on Diana's newly bought clothes. On her face, she instantly turned into a big cat.
"Oh, I just don't want to bark at you anymore. Is this dress expensive?" I smiled at her faint anger.
"Oh, yes, i
