My brother's dog.

Ah yes, the noise was coming from my brother's Australian shepherd, Buckle. Man I absolutely loved that dog; too bad the feeling wasn't mutual. For some reason I could never fathom, that dog just did not like me no matter what I tried. And right now I was standing half-naked in the backyard which was practically his territory.

Staring at me angrily with his blue and brown mismatched eyes he perceived me as some kind of intruder rather than someone he has smelled a thousand times before. I put my hands up as I backed away towards the fence.

"Buckle...buddy...it's me, your master's brother, Santiago? You know I still love you Buckle? Even when all you do is tear up my shirts." My bargaining fell on deaf ears as Buckle charged at me at full speed. I dashed to the fence and attempted to climb over it. Before I could even swing my leg over, Buckle chomped down on the backside of my jeans. Thankfully his teeth did not connect with flesh, but he still managed to rip my pants right off my legs.

"Buckle! Bad dog!" I was now sitting on top of the fence clad only in my pink underwear in broad daylight as my bother's dog once again rips up my clothing. What am I going to do now?