The tiny Terror.

So I have been away for a little while now, and the reason was I needed a rest after a car accident. I’m fine I just couldn’t see past the fog, which made it hard to write. 

And then a Dragon came to stay at our home. His little claws scrape along the furniture. His sharp pointy teeth like to gnaw on the most absurd things, including children’s hairs. But apparently he loves it here and is staying forever. And who can fault him when he has a warm bed, all the toys in the world and four square meals a day.

So I’d like you all to meet Dragon.

Did I forget to say he’s a puppy? Sorry…  If only Dragons were real, I’d probably have a thousand of them by now. Until then I will stick to the doggies and let my children name them. 

Yes, you heard me right. Two of the three munchkins thought it would be funny to name the little guy this. And to be fair, me and the hubby didn’t put up much of a fight in saying no… 

So Dragon he is. 

And what a tiny terror he can be to the older doggo, who has the patience of a Saint, and the brains of a dinosaur. No, really he’s called Dino as in dinosaur! 

Our eldest loved dinosaurs at the time when we got him, but couldn’t say the word dinosaur. So doggo became Dino and his pet raptor toy became Saur. 

Let’s hope that the Dragon grows up big and strong. 

S. McC 

P. S. 

I’ve just put up my prequel here, come check it out. 

Or here’s a link to my Elements series.