Jacks

You always loved dogs, and when you grew up you got yourself a dog, a Newfoundland puppy, you named him Jack, a small fluffy ball of happiness, black fur, brown eyes, but hidden under thick and long fur.

And so it's an ordinary day, October 31st, you go from house to house saying "trick or treat", Jack has grown up, he's already a year old, you left him at home going for sweets, even after eighteen years you kept up the tradition of dressing up as a witch for Halloween, went with friends and laughed, and when you came home you saw that Jack was not in the yard, you thought that he was somewhere in the backyard and went into the house.

You were sitting in the house eating a little sweets and it was already twelve at night, then one o'clock, and Jack still hadn't come, you looked at the backyard and it was empty, you went to your room to check if your dog was there, and when you opened the door you saw a man with the ears and tail of a dog, black, his bangs covering his eyes, you were dumbfounded and he smiled and came up to you wagging his tail a little

"Mistress, don't you recognize me? It's me, Jack," he said a little jokingly.

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