How was I supposed to not step on that little bastard? It weighs all of, what, three pounds. So it's not my fault that it walked right under my foot. Look, I am not cleaning up the mess. I'll toss the sucker in the garbage, but no way am I cleaning up all that blood.
So the white carpet is now stained with red. Do you really think I care? I never liked it anyway. Get Chuck to clean the rug. He brought that damn puppy home anyway. Did he bother to ask if it was okay to being a puppy into this house? Really??? Well, nobody asked me. I would have blackballed the whole idea. A big dog, maybe. Cause who's going to step on a big dog?
Written in response to the #freewrite challenges that 
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-20-5-minute-freewrite-prompt-red
Pixabay photo
