Pug Attack

A tale of a haunting night of pugatry.

Snort, Snort, Snort.
I wake up hearing a noise at my door.
SNORT, SNORT, SNORT!
It’s getting louder and louder, sounding like a wild boar!
I look under the door, seeing a dark figure sniffing excitedly.
I wonder, what manner of beast this could be!?
I open the door and see seemingly nothing in the dark.
Suddenly, something rushes into my pitch-black room…
I shudder as it sneaks through my legs.
Could this be the moment of my doom?
I lay back and look upon the ceiling silently…
Pondering what manner of creature that I am going to see.
Sudden, I feel strong breathing upon my face.
And my heart begins to race.
I look upon the creature with steeled eyes.
It has the features of a gargoyle crafted in a horrifying visage.
 The breathing gets heavier and heavier while I tense up.
The smell of the breath is musty and reek.
Suddenly, a wet tongue goes across my cheek.
I rush to the light and turn it on.
I smile at the beast and my terror is gone.
It’s a small black pug who looks at me with its wide smiling grin.
I ruffle his fur and smile at him. 
Oreo, the pug, looks at me, begging to stay.
I say the words Pug Attack! 
Oreo swarms me with kisses, having his way. 

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