A day had passed since I had woken up and I ended up noticing that this dog was very peculiar.

I had originally assumed that this dog was previously owned, by the way it understood my intentions and acted, overall friendly. My first thought would have been ‘I assume my friends are behind this’.

I’ll be honest, as far as pranks this one was slightly more elaborate than our usual shenanigans. Our usual pranks were elaborate, so much so it took weeks, maybe months to plan it. Well, I do admit there was a bunch of procrastination here and there and the prank wouldn’t be pulled off until we were all free, so maybe a couple of days.

I do say, this one does seem more original.

But during the small time I spent with the dog, the more I believed that my preconception of the dog being previously owned, false.

Whilst walking alongside the dog, through the slightly snowed path, it had slightly scratched its leg on a piece of wood jutting out from the ground.

It tried to hide it, but luckily I had noticed and picked it up.

I hadn’t noticed because I had usually carried it in my arms, but as I was lifting it to place in a carry, I noticed the dog was severely malnourished. I was previously too preoccupied thinking about my allergies to spot it at first but as I carried it, I felt the ribs jutting from where I was holding it.

I also noticed that it wasn’t an ‘it’, but a he.

Well that was one way to find out.

My smile turned to a slightly annoyed expression as I remembered the events that happened right after finding out his gender.

A golden stream gushed out off the boy’s member and aimed itself straight onto my totally unblemished shirt.

I reminisced about the previous day's events.

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By this point, my attire had been dirtied to no end, with the entire back of my shirt and shorts, covered in mud from sleeping on the ground. I also noticed a funky smell wafting off of my body, no I didn’t piss myself during my sleep, nor was it the stink of yesterday’s… accident.

I sniffed around my armpits, and a wave of body odour hit my nose, sending my head reeling back from the smell.

“When was the last time I washed myself?” I thought outloud, what responded was a cock of the head by the dog.

Should I give him a name? this question entered my mind a couple of time whilst journeying, but I would always ponder the consequences of naming a dog.

No, no. If I decide to name him, I’ll get attached and if I get attached to a dog in the wilds, I’ll definitely feel bad if something happened to him and there’s a chance that he is owned by someone, however slight it may be.

After pondering, I heard a yip and turned to see the dog by the side of a small river that I had missed. I still had hope that my friends would throw me a bone and pick me up, but with current circumstances, I stripped to my underwear and took a dip in the water, to the confusion of the dog.

I first stood by the side of the river, deciding if it was safe and decided to take a small sip of the water, any survival expert would say to boil and heat the water to kill of germs and bacteria, but my current thirst won over and to get a fire starting in the snow with no materials, would be a hassle.

The water tasted fresh enough to drink and I scooped a mouthful into my mouth before dunking my head into it to drink.

After having my fill I tested the waters with my toe and a shiver ran through my spine. It was freezing, below freezing even and I yelped in surprise much to the pup’s amusement.

I ran my clothes through the river, making sure it didn’t just get carried off by the stream. I then hung it up on a nearby branch before psyching myself up to hop in.

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And hop in I did, I jumped in, making sure to yell ‘CANNONBALL!’ at the top of my lungs, before regretting it immediately by the shallow water. To add insult to injury, I saw the small pup laughing, laying down on a small rock nearby my drying clothes with some berries nearby, that were in my pockets.

An evil smirk came across my face as I asked the pup to come over a bit, and come over it did.

He must have not felt my intent, because as he came closer, I scooped him up and dragged him into the waters like a kraken dragging down a ship at sea.

The pup may have not appreciated this too much and scooped up some water in his mouth and sprayed it in my face, getting into my mouth.

I spat out whatever water there was and submerged him in the water once again, only lifting him when I saw bubbles.

Then the epic battle began, the lil’ pupper on attack, whilst I was on defence, batting his sprays of water with my hands.

The little pup was getting strategic with his attacks, he spat out a small stream of water from his mouth to hit my abdomen, I quickly blocked it with a hand then he sprayed some water to my face.

I couldn’t let him win that easily, using the hand that I just used to block I slammed it into the water creating a big splash, which blocked most of the water’s spray.

Granted I was fighting to my waist, whilst the dog had to stand in a more shallow part of the water, as to not get dunked and to not be swimming the entire time.

I then saw the disappointed face of the dog and I came over to comfort it.

“Hey, hey, it’s oka- Guah!” as I was about to hold it in my arms, a stream of water entered my mouth, and I choked.

The culprit dashed away to land, violently shaking the water off itself, and I realised that I wouldn’t be able to chase it whilst I was still warm in the water.

The dog was now the one grinning evilly as it used its head to point in a direction up stream of the river.

I cautiously looked over to see a type of brown deer, it had a blackish brown sphere at the centre of each of its horns. I looked back at the pup and in response it then nudged its head towards the deer again.

I looked over to see the reason for my sudden warmth, and the second time since I woke up in the forest I was pissed on by an animal.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” I yelled, so fast did I run out of the water.

Granted, I wasn’t pissed on directly this time, but the river carried its liquid down the river to where I was washing myself.

At my outburst I saw the deer run into the woods halfway before it could finish and again, today, did I see the smiling smirk of the little devil.

Now back at my clothes, I felt the wetness of them, there were still stains left on by the previous night, but it was now, if so ever, slightly less visible.

I put on the freezing clothes, which was probably better than running around almost naked and went over to the rock where I had placed my berries.

That’s strange, I can only find the spicy ones, did I place the rest on a different rock?

I looked around, to no avail.

On a branch I saw a bird, happily munching on a berry on one of the blue berries I had, along with some raspberries lying on the branch next to it.

The bird was a mix of red, white and a dark blue, it had a yellow beak and I yelled at it.

“Hey!” the bird showed no reaction to my call, “HEY!” I shouted louder and the bird went onto giggle to itself as if it was telling a joke only it knew.

“That’s mine!” I yelled at the bird to which it finished off the berry in one bite and laughed, it then started to eat the others. “Oh no you don’t” at this point I harnessed my inner monkey and started to climb the tree that this bird was on.

“Taillow!” it screeched, as it took the other berry by the mouth and flew away.

“Nooooooo! My berries” I started to weep a pathetic cry arm raised out towards the bird’s empty perch and immediately as if nothing happened I jumped down and smiled, holding out the raspberry triumphantly.

“Arf?” the dog replied with a tilt to its head.

“It’s simply, elementary, my dear doggo.” When I didn’t elaborate, the pup turned around and started walking, to which I ran in front of him “Hold it!” I cleared my throat, “If you wish to know of my exploits, then you’d needn’t to ask.”

I smiled smugly then posed dramatically as a way to warm up my body, unimpressed he turned to the rock and started to eat the remaining spicy berries.

I gasped.

My berries.

Although I had a natural dislike of the berries, to this point, it was my last remaining source of warmth, but atlas, just as the bird did, the lil’ pup ate the berry.

To my surprise, he was dry, it didn’t happen immediately but the pup was gradually drying itself after eating the berry. I let out another sigh as I saw his face.

How am I to object to a face like that?

He was happily munching on the berries and I didn’t have the heart to scold him, even if he started sleeping immediately after eating, I couldn’t stay mad.

I picked the dog off the ground, his grey coat warm to the touch and laid him onto a larger stone and used him as a blanket as I slept.