when i pick a dog i need the world to know that i own them. i need to mark every fucking inch of him with bruises that ache throughout the day. i hope that he thinks about me every time they throb a bit. i want his throat to be so bruised that people know what he did the night before and where he will be that night too. with me where he belongs
i want to man handle him into my lap every time he strays away from me. i want to teach him what it means to be owned. i want to corrupt him so badly he cant even bare to think about someone else. i'd ravage him if he even looked like someone else breathed on him. i need to be the last person to handle him. i want people who even think about wanting to touch him to die where they stand and i would be glad to assist them.
he would be mine and anyone else who would want to try to have even a piece of him will have to rip him from my cold, dead, homocidal hands