Uh, it has started!

In anger, I dragged a shaggy deceiver to his chic car, cursing those who came up with pity and mercy. Fluffy rogue rested with all four paws and clung to the asphalt claws. The dog, as if amusing, made a contented face, sorecastly trying to slow down my crazy step. And what should I have if I recently found out that half a year ago I saved not an ordinary abandoned dog, but an ordinary werewolf?! Despite my efforts, we almost did not move forward: we stomped ten meters from my house and about the same distance from its car.
A villain, dodging, licked me in his hand, pressed his wet cold nose to his palm and froze, not taking dark brilliant eyes from me. My heart trembled.
It won"t work! Do not give in! I"m flint. Probably ... I feel, now everything will endlessly end.
But it all started so glorious!