Well, in short, I started advertising as a dog walker and my first job happens to be this demented SonOfA bench.
After putting a very small ad in the paper, like DgWlkr 555-555-5555, I got a phonecall from someone named Beth saying that she's going to be on holiday for a few days and wants her sweet Lauren to get some time out of the house. From the sound of things, Beth is probably one of those smoochy woochy dog types who puts clothes on their dogs and gives them manacures and so on. Though what got me suspicious is the fact that I had to take Lauren out at night like around midnight. Though I shrugged at the thought and brought my jiant metal flashlight that was probably better at giving blunt force trauma than a baseball bat. As instructed I arived at the back of the house to this tall fence. Thankfully the owner told me the location of the hidden key which happens to be under one of those fake rocks. When I opened the gate I found out that my original guess wasn't that far off, but the fact that the dog in question was more of a female punk looking werewolf. This was a big surprise to me but I quickly cliped the leash to her collar before she was able to run away. Though, this still proved to be a one sided fight as she hyperactively hopped around while dragging me behind her. When we arived at a corner I tried showing authoraty by getting her to move, but all she did was lay down and ignore me. Well, I wish that was "all" she did, she layed down in a very aluring way that caused people to stare at both her and me even more. I even had a man drive up next to me wearing a big silly obnoxious hat asking if I could "buy that hoe off your hands". I declined obviously, but when asked again I still declined saying that she wasn't even my dog, meanwhile frantically yanking on the leash trying to get her to move.
The dogwalker is obviously me
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