My Encounters with Werewolves

How wonderful

With the dog's help, my load was significantly lightened. As we reached the alley entrance, the car I had called arrived. I opened the door with one hand and said to the dog, "Get in."

Despite being a stray, it adapted well to city life. It behaved well on the bus earlier, and now it sits quietly in the back seat of the car. The driver couldn’t help but praise my dog, glancing back a few times before starting the car.

"Miss, your dog is really nice, but it looks a lot like a wolf."

The dog, sitting close to me, didn’t lean all its weight against me; it just wanted to be near. Hearing this, its furry ears twitched. I looked at it from the side. It was indeed handsome, with a cool demeanor when it wasn’t being playful.

"It's a Czechoslovakian Wolfdog, a hybrid with wolves," I explained vaguely. In truth, I didn’t know the exact mix of wolf and dog or which type of wolf.

"Oh, I think I’ve seen this breed in videos. They cost thousands," the driver said with a tone of admiration for wealthy people. I chuckled without further comment.

Apart from a low growl at the resort manager earlier, it seemed to turn mute again. Its breath warmed my ear, and it secretly licked my earlobe with its wet nose.

I shrugged uncomfortably and patted its head. Unsure whether my gesture was encouragement or restraint, it stopped l*****g and tilted its head to look at me.

"Good boy~" I gently coaxed it.

Thinking about it, it was quite amazing. We only met around 8 or 9 last night, and now I can bring it home. Suddenly, I somewhat understood the mindset of those who get married quickly, though this was just about picking up a dog.

The dog found a long-term food source, and I found a "knight." In the future, if I want to walk alone at night, I can take it along and see who dares to approach or follow me. However, I must ensure my dog doesn't become a risk. I’ll be responsible.

We parked in front of Building 8 in my community, and I went out with the dog. "Good boy, we’re going home now. Soon you'll know which building and apartment is your home." I pointed to the living room window of 301. Following my gesture, it looked up, seemingly memorizing it.

After climbing the stairs home, I dropped the two bags in the living room and changed into slippers. I grabbed wet wipes to clean the dog’s paws. It stopped at the door, waiting as I ordered it to sit, and it sat back.

"Left paw." It placed its left front paw in my hand. I rubbed its paw pad and then gently wiped it with the wet wipe. Its claws were sharp, but it retracted them during the cleaning to avoid scratching me. Even a light touch with such sharp claws could cut skin.

After cleaning its paws, I showed it around the new home. The dog seemed so intelligent and calm that I felt it would understand everything I said. First, I took it to the bathroom, explaining this was where it would bathe and relieve itself indoors. If we went out, I’d have bags ready.

I’d read online that dogs might mark their territory with urine. After introducing the bathroom, I waited, but it didn’t do that. Instead, it looked up at me as if asking why I had stopped introducing things.

Our home had one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and a balcony, along with two rooms. The master bedroom was mine, which it could discern by smell. Every window had an invisible security screen, so I didn’t worry about it jumping out.

After the tour, I took out the new toys I had bought and filled a new bowl with dog food and water. Its tail remained low but could wag like a propeller. Though it didn’t seem to like the dog food much, it wasn’t picky and ate what was given.

After eating and drinking, it stared at the teddy bear toy in contemplation. Maybe it didn’t know how to play and needed guidance? I waved the toy in front of it. The dog looked at me without much reaction.

Suddenly, I remembered the business card Dr. Meng had given me. Since this was my first time raising a dog, I would have many questions to ask. I quickly retrieved the card from my down jacket pocket.

I added the contact information and greeted Dr. Lu. She was probably busy and didn’t respond immediately. I held the toy for a few minutes, but the dog didn’t play. I suspected it still didn’t know how to, being a stray.

"Good boy, this is a toy. You can bite and scratch it; it’s for playing." Believing my dog was smart, I found a video on my phone of dogs playing with toys and showed it to it.

After a few minutes, the dog’s gaze shifted from the phone to the teddy bear toy. This time, it opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit down, puncturing the plush toy. The teddy bear’s belly was torn, with cotton spilling out, looking pitiful.

The dog realized its teeth had caused trouble and looked at me to gauge my reaction. I masked my surprise with a calm demeanor, refraining from scolding it, and picked up the teddy bear to inspect it. Indeed, its teeth had pierced it, not poor quality. I looked at the dog. "Open your mouth; let me see your teeth."

The dog’s ears drooped as it sat up straight and opened its mouth. Up close, its teeth seemed larger and sharper than a typical wolfdog’s. I curiously reached out to touch them. The dog avoided my hand and stared at me with a reproachful look, as if warning me not to do something that could hurt me. This dog was incredibly perceptive.

I stopped examining its mouth and extended my hands towards it, saying, "Hug me. Congratulations, you have a home now, and I have a dog."

The dog hesitated but then leaned in, resting its head on my shoulder. I could lean my weight on it, enjoying the fluffy warmth and comfort.

How wonderful.