Chase, has always been known for his courage and loyalty. But his teammates didn't know, he had another hidden talent, massaging.
Zuma, lay in her doghouse, purring under Chase's skillful paws. She couldn't believe how good Chase was at giving massages.
- Where did you learn this? Zuma asked, still enjoying the back massage.
- It a natural talent. Chase replied.
Zuma couldn't help but let out a small laugh, which suddenly turned into a scream as her doghouse door opened with a loud bang.
Skye, ran in with a shotgun in her paws. She thought she had caught Chase doing something wrong, but the situation was completely different than she had imagined.
- Skye, what the hell are you doing? Chase exclaimed, stopping the massage in shock.
- I thought you were beating Zuma! Skye replied with wide eyes in disbelief.
- What? I? Beat Zuma? Are you crazy? I love her! Chase said.
- You love me? Zuma asked, her heart fluttering with excitement.
Before Skye could say anything else, Chase grabbed the shotgun from her paw and dragged her out of the doghouse. And with one quick kick to the ass, he sent her four meters away.
The commotion and noise caught the attention of the remaining patrol members and they all came running to see what had happened. Everyone was shocked to see Skye lying in a pile of her own feces.
- Where did I end up? Chase asked as if nothing had happened.
- You were just about to rub my stomach... Zuma replied with a chuckle... Is it true what you said earlier?
Chase walked up to her and kissed her gently on the forehead, bringing a wide smile to her face.