My Encounters with Werewolves

Good Dog

At night, the air conditioner was set too high, making the room much drier. I woke up when I turned over.

I saw a glimmer of green light at the end of the bed in my vision. My sluggish brain was frightened, and I hurriedly reached out my hand to the bedside table. The movement was too broad, and I swept the glasses on the table to the ground.

In the darkness, I calmed down. I should have turned on the light first.

I turned on the induction light above my head with my other hand. I vaguely saw the object coming from the end of the bed, and my tense body relaxed.

Yes, I invited the Czech wolfdog of the boss's wife into the room at night because it was sensitive and well-behaved. It didn't even drool or bark randomly.

Perhaps knowing that it had scared me, the quiet big dog picked up the glasses on the ground and gently placed them on the bedside.

Looking at its behavior, my heart softened. "Thank you. You're such a good baby."

Although I didn't have overly exaggerated or rich expression changes, my tone was very gentle.

Looking at its upright ears, I kind of wanted to rub them. But after it saw my raised palm, it consciously returned to the end of the bed, keeping a distance from me.

Does this mean it doesn't want to be touched? I always thought it didn't like being touched.

I still find it strange. How could there be a dog that doesn't like being touched? Does it not like being touched by people other than its owner? But it came out to play, so why pretend to be so chaste?

I licked my mouth with a dry feeling. I dialed the landline at the bedside. Instead of using the kettle in the room to boil water, I asked the front desk to send another large jug. After filling myself up with water, I gave some to the big dog to quench its thirst.

The big dog drank a third of the jug's water. It seemed very thirsty, but it didn't make any noise to me. Instead, it endured silently for so long.

Its self-control was astonishing.

Looking at the time on my phone, it was past three. I had slept for at least three hours. This dog might not have slept at all. When I lay down again now, it was still sitting at the end of the bed, like a dutiful bodyguard.

After drinking water, I wasn't very sleepy. I propped up my pillow and scrolled on my phone. The indoor temperature was lowered by several degrees, but it was still hot and dry. I threw off the quilt, revealing my legs in the nightdress.

The big dog at the end of the bed turned its head and no longer looked at me. Instead, it focused on the door.

The chat group was quiet. Ouyang Jing and Liu Mei were both asleep. Thinking of the topic of dogs they talked about during the day, I aimed my phone camera at this beautiful and strong dog.

I deliberately turned off the light and muted it. But the moment I pressed the shutter, the dog lay down and skillfully avoided my sneak shot.

Was it a coincidence or on purpose?

It would be fine if I didn't capture it. It's not necessary to post it in the group anyway. Giving up easily, I browsed the forum randomly and saw several posts about training large dogs.

Clicking to browse, I looked at the big gray dog that was sitting up again. It seemed very well-behaved. Maybe they could understand some simple instructions?

The instructions should be clear, and the attitude should be steady. Don't say too much at once to avoid confusing the dog.

After watching a few more videos to learn, I pretended to sit cross-legged on the bedside and this time looked directly at its face.

The smooth gray hair, the stern side face, and the sharp golden eyes. I have to say it's the coolest large dog I've ever seen. It's really handsome.

A bored woman who couldn't sleep would definitely provoke the only two living creatures in the room. I snapped my fingers at the dog.

Its ears moved, but it didn't turn its gaze to me. It seemed the door was more attractive.

It didn't look at me with just one move. I felt a little embarrassed. Straightening my back and adjusting my nightdress, I commanded clearly and precisely, "Be obedient. Look at me, honey."

"..."

I heard the slight sound of the tail sweeping across the carpet. After a few seconds of silence, the motionless dog turned its head and looked at me.

"Wow."

I smiled in surprise. If the dog responded to the instruction, should I give a reward to form a virtuous cycle?

Looking around, I got out of bed and wore my slippers to search my backpack. I found a pack of pork jerky. It should be fine to eat a little.

I opened the big package and then the small bags inside. I tore several palm-sized pieces of meat to ensure it wouldn't get stuck in its throat, and then I confidently handed it to it.

The big dog squatted on the ground, its gaze focused on my fingertips. It didn't rush to take the jerky but seemed to be waiting for me to put it on the ground.

After thinking for a while, I commanded again, "You can eat like this."

It seemed a little helpless. Drooping its eyelids, it opened its mouth and carefully avoided my nails with its sharp fangs before taking the meat.

Its teeth in this mouth. Why are they not the same as ordinary dogs? Are they too sharp? But the Czech wolfdog is indeed a hybrid of a wolf. It's not strange to look like a wolf.

No longer dwelling on this detail, I finished feeding it the jerky. It didn't lick my hand after eating and also avoided touching my fingers during the process.

Rather than saying I was training the dog, it was more like it was spoiling me.

Although it was a strange thought that popped up in my mind, that's what I felt. However, because of the dog's cooperation, I would push my luck.

"Let me touch."

I reached out my hand towards it. This time, the dog didn't retreat but endured and stayed in place.

I discovered an interesting thing. Its eyes were looking at my suspended hand. Not knowing where my hand would land on its body, the big dog showed a hint of nervousness.

Even so, it didn't bare its teeth at me. Some dogs have a really strong tolerance for humans.

The hand in midair landed on its head. Its ears were folded by the palm of my hand. I rubbed them back and forth and saw its tail swinging like a pendulum behind it.

From this, I overturned my previous guess again. It actually likes being touched, right? If it didn't like it, it would definitely express it. At least it would dodge or bare its teeth at me.

The gray hair under my palm was slightly hard. If I rubbed too hard, some loose hair would fall off.

Stroking from the head to the back, it felt quite good. The undulating bones and muscles made me feel its strength even more, giving me a full sense of security.

Considering that it was injured, I didn't say instructions like roll over, sit down, or jump. When I see the boss's wife tomorrow morning, I have to tell her that her dog is injured.

Having petted the dog, I was in a great mood. I gently patted its head. "Sleep. Good night."