A Canine??

A strange creature lie inside, it was like a chihuahua but with strangely spiky dark brown fur and red eyes. It looked vicious and like it was dangerous, yet it seemed to sit down, and its entirely blood-red eyes seemed to soften as they looked up at her. This poor thing. She thought. Even if it is such a very, very small dog, shoving it into such a tiny plastic box was no way to ship a creature like this. When she was young, she remembered the teacher bringing their incredibly well-behaved German Shepherd into class and allowing them to pet it and scratched behind its ears…those were good memories. As she let the dog out of the container, it seemed to walk around the room sniffing the place before biting her leg. Now, obviously her instinct was to yell or recoil in pain, but she remembered a demonstration the teacher did with their dog. In certain situations, it was best to remain still because the dog or even some cats may merely want your hand somewhere. Trying to jerk it out would only lead to more damage. As she took a deep breath in…and out, and after a minute, the strangely spiky and frankly hard to place dog breed let her hand go and began to lick it. That's it…you're not a bad dog, maybe you were just shaken up from being shipped here in such a strange and claustrophobic way. She would look at her leg and notice that there was indeed a dog bite on it as she pet the little dog before rushing off to the bathroom to get stuff to clean the wound and wrapped it up.