Taming the Hellhound Called Fluffy

Chapter 6

Aiden

I t was a cold evening, but somehow it seemed like Fluffy was giving off enough heat to keep me warm as we walked. Granted, he was a big freaking dog, and he was… Well, he was pretty fluffy, hence the name. He probably loved the cold weather. I bet he’d love it if it snowed. I could picture him running through the snow, me throwing snowballs for him to chase.

I’d never had a dog. I’d wanted one, but with traveling and going away to school, I knew it wasn’t practical. I’d read so many stories as a kid about a boy and his dog, and it just seemed so magical. But then ‘normal’ life had always seemed magical to me. Most kids dreamed about being rich. I dreamed about being middle class and playing with the kids on my street and getting into kid adventures.