Even though it was just a cute and tiny Pomeranian, Oliver named it King Kong.As it wiggled around in my arms, its fur tickled my nose. I held it close and petted its soft coat. “What are you doing, King Kong?”I could feel the leash on its collar. “Are you ready to go out? Is our big garden not enough for you to run around?”Dogs could identify their territory, and King Kong knew that the garden was ours. So, it would only think that it was playtime if it went outside.Before long, I heard Mrs. Gibson calling out to it, “King Kong, King Kong…”“Mrs. Gibson, it’s with me,” I said.Mrs. Gibson then came over. “Ms. Freeman, you’re here. I was just about to take King Kong for a walk.”“I can take it.”“Oh no, that won’t do. King Kong can be a little hyperactive.”“You can come along.”“Oh. Okay, then.”I grabbed the leash attached to King Kong’s collar, and it happily ran ahead of me. Luckily, it was small enough for me to hold on to.We left the garden and walked down the ro
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