Fred sat eating his tea. The puppy, pretending to be busy sniffing everything gradually worked its way over and sat staring up at him with its big puppy like eyes.
Fred's anger began to rise, he didn't like puppies, they were an inconvenience; an unnecessary intrusion on busy family life.
He stared right at it, willing it to burst into flames but it didn't take the hint.
That was it! Enough!!! Fred's anger boiled.
He pushed his chair back forcefully and stood up with the intention of chasing the damn thing out of the room and God help him if he caught it.
However his angry demeanour was quickly replaced by one of surprise/shock and fear.
He staggered, his hand went to his throat. Something was stuck in it and he needed to dislodge it, and right now! I must get outside, he thought but he realised he didn't have enough time.
The "Wagga Puppy" wasn't a real puppy it was a robot simulation. Fred realised it could radio for help. He looked at the puppy and it stared back at him with a puzzle expression. Fred waved at his throat, pointing, a pleading expression on his face. The puppies ears perked up and it bounded playfully around behind him. The wagga jumped up on his back and using its front legs like a human, it gripped his shoulders and swung its self straight between Fred's shoulder blades dislodging the obstruction which was a piece of pork fat from Fred's pork chop.
Originally posted here:- Wagga Puppy
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