Ren made a mad dash for the door and dived, trying (and failing) to close the door. The little bugger ran out the door and into the yard. Thank god for fences, Ren thought, scrambling up from the floor and out the door.
He looked left and right, trying to find the infuriating thing—he refused to acknowledge it as an intelligent being—that had been making his life hell for the past three days. And it would continue making his life hell for four more days. If only Kyouko hadn't asked him, nay, begged him to watch the accursed thing while she was at a shoot in New York.
Ren chose left and slowly made his way around the house. How could something so small be so much trouble?
He spotted it in his mother's favorite tulips. His eyes widened in horror as he saw what the little terror was doing.
"No, Tenten, stop! Bad dog," he said, quickly removing the fluffy Pomeranian from his mother's flowerbed, but it was too late. The nine month old pup had dug up more than half of his mother's beloved tulips.
Ren groaned. He really didn't want to play garden today.
