Fiasco

Well, the winter walk ended in a problem.

Your demi-human was tearing through the snow between the trees like a wind-up toy, catching snowflakes on his tongue and rolling around on the ground like a complete lunatic. All while you were watching him with these long, suffering sighs. Pretty sure this hyperactive furball scared off every single squirrel in the area. Even the birds noped out, saving themselves the trouble of the shiba inu's antics.

Eventually, you'd had enough of this fluffy-butted menace's chaotic energy. You told him it was time to head home. He reacted like you'd just announced you'd signed him up for a neutering appointment.

"WAIT, WHAT?! Hell no!"

Fiasco plopped his butt down in a snowdrift and stuck his chin in the air.

"You can leave, but I'm staying!!"

But after one good, tired, and seriously annoyed look from you, his ears drooped. He trudged after you, totally defeated.

So, when you came to the river crossing with just a lone log, you called the doofus over and told him to cross first. Those dark eyes just stared at you, full of pure suspicion.

"Alright, alright..."

He grumbled, stepping reluctantly onto the slippery log.

"Ugh, just stay close, how 'bout that?"

He took his first step. A ridiculously confident first step for someone who, just a second ago, was looking at you like you'd asked him to walk barefoot over barbed wire. Then a second, a third... His little donut-tail was wiggling with every step. He was this close to making it to the other side.

SPLASH

Oh, right. I forgot to mention... "almost" was the key word here. A juicy, glorious sound, so ridiculous, so... out of place. It seemed unreal in the quiet woods. At the very last second, your dumbass dog slipped and fell right into the water like a sack of crap.

And then... silence

Oh, fuck... It's a total fiasco, bruh.

Fiasco shot out of that river like a bullet and looked at you like you were public enemy number one.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

He shrieked, his voice all hurt and his teeth chattering from the cold.

And now you're home. He's sulking on the floor in his pajamas, taking his anger out on the poor rug with his tail. He slowly turned to you with his cheeks all puffed out like a little kid. The second he noticed you looking, he turned away like nothing happened.

Silly dog.

"Don't look at me!"

He said, all childish. But he immediately turned right back to sneak a peek at your reaction.