sleep well!"
Tyla, who had understood every word her new master had said, immediately lay down and closed her eyes. Astonished and confused at the same time, Chris looked at the little puppy dog. Shaking his head, he left the room.
"I actually made it this far. Now I just need to sleep and get well, I can do everything else too.Finally I don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm finally safe, finally ... "
The little head fell to the side and within a few seconds Tyla was asleep.

It was already evening when Tyla woke up again. The loud conversation that came from the kitchen to the living room indicated that it was about her. As expected, Chris's father was anything but happy, but Tyla didn't want to be stopped by this little thing, she had already gone too far for that. Determined and with the last words from Chris in mind, she left her basket and bravely stomped towards the kitchen. She had been at Chris's house many times before and was therefore very knowledgeable. The voices grew louder as Tyla approached the kitchen.
"Picking up a dog like that from the street, where are we going? You know exactly what I think about it, Chris."
"But at least dad look inside you! She is so sweet and dear, besides, she won't jump on your furniture or hit the carpet.I promise you. At least until it is healthy again and then you decide whether we keep it or give it away. What do you think about?"
"Oh Chris ..., a dog? But if you want it that bad, I'll give in for once."
Tyla had heard everything. She had stopped in the doorway and waited for the conversation to end. Chris, who got up first, spotted the wagging dog. Beaming with joy, he picked it up and held it up to his father.
"That's her. And isn't she cute?"
Tyla knew that this was her moment. Now she had to do everything to look as cuddly as possible. She opened her eyes wide, wagged her tail and tried to smile, which looked quite stupid, but still had its effect. She even conjured a small smile on the somewhat stubborn man's face. Chris held out the puppy to him. After a moment's thought, Chris's father finally took the little dog in his arms.Tyla knew now that she had won. She was allowed to stay, so she had made it for now.
"Well, at least not a half-breed. Seems to be very smart, that fellow."
"Girl."
"How?"
"Well, that's a bitch. Sira, I'll call her."
"Oh, hmm Sira ...! Well, little Sira, you heard it, my furniture is taboo for you."
Laughing, Chris's father ruffled her head and then carefully put her down again. Chris, who could hardly believe his luck, fell on his father's neck and thanked him profusely. With that done, he left the room with the affectionate bitch. While walking he turned to the dog, who was pounding after him, and said, beaming:
"Come on Sira, I'll show you my room."
"Oh, I already know that.", Said Tyla and immediately realized that nothing more than a strange sounding beeping had come out. But Chris didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, he exclaimed enthusiastically:
"How cute, she tries to answer me."Tyla, or whatever her name was, Sira raised her nonexistent eyebrows and thought:
"Sometimes he's really too stupid as if dogs could talk, ha. Well, fine, but if he likes it, what can you do for the great love."
"Now come on Sira, a little faster please.", Her master urged her and grumbling she made to follow him.
"He's easy to talk, after all, he wasn't bandaged up like a mummy ..." she nagged to herself and tried to climb the numerous steps of the wooden stairs. When he finally reached the top, Chris had long since disappeared into his room, but Tyla didn't have to find her way around for long. Everything looked a little different due to the considerable size difference, but that caused her fewer problems. Much sooner they got rid of their wounds from the accident.
"There you are. What a smart girl.", Chris welcomed her when Tyla had finally made it into the room. She jumped at him happily, but did not reach far up, it only reached his knee.Chris just smiled friendly, picked her up and put her on his made bed. She looked up at him in amazement, because usually Chris never did anything that his father would not like. It was as if Chris understood what she was thinking and reassuringly he explained:
"Papa doesn't come in here and since this is my kingdom, so to speak, you can also go on the furniture, only downstairs of course.
"Of course, I'm not stupid.", Tyla thought sullenly, although she was almost bursting with happiness from the inside. Like a little diva, she made herself comfortable on the bed and watched Chris as he set up her basket.
That evening, Chris never left her side. He stayed in his room the entire time and surfed the Internet, throwing brief, furtive glances at little Tyla. In the meantime, she played happily with a gigantic cuddly toy, it was almost twice as big as she and only then did the fight seem fair to her."Ha, you have no chance against me, so give up, General Pingu. I know your bad intentions! You want world domination and then turn everything into a creepy, gigantic ice desert. But they won't get away with that. Because me I'm SuperSira, ha, ha ... Oh man, that's so silly and it's so much fun, yeah! Now I've got you Pingu !! "
"Well, you're having a great time. You seem to be doing really well again, don't you?"
"Not now, I'm saving the world right now," Tyla urged, but for Chris it was just a short, playful bark.
The boy tiredly rubbed his eyes and shut down the PC. He got up, pushed his chair over to the desk, and turned back to Tyla.
"So my little one, let's go to sleep, don't we?"
No sooner said than done, Chris began to unbutton his white shirt. Tyla was frozen. This moment she was incredibly embarrassed and she would have loved to sink into the ground. The shirt floated gently to the ground and landed next to Tyla's basket, in which she was now.With her little head dug deep into the pillow, she couldn't quell curiosity and caught herself looking at him.
"Okay, I'll just stay here now and press my head into the pillow as hard as possible.", She imagined, whereupon she immediately put her idea into practice. Unfortunately, her idea was not too mature, because her oxygen supplies were exhausted after just a few seconds. Gasping for air, she jerked her head up, but what she saw shocked her again. Chris had just opened the button on his jeans. Tyla felt the blood rush to her head and frantically she searched for a solution. Chris was just about to pull his pants down when Tyla jumped out of her basket and ran to the door, where she jumped up, squeaked and scratched. The half-undressed boy looked questioningly at his little friend, but then he understood what was going on.
"Oh, you have to do it again, right? Well then come out with me.""Phew, it worked. The pants are still there. But the shirt ... well, that's still possible.", It fell from her heart.
Relieved, Tyla stalked Chris ahead, down the stairs to the patio door. Everything was dark downstairs because Chris's parents had already gone to bed. Not surprising since it was two in the morning. Slowly and very carefully, Chris pushed open the glass patio door. Tyla hurried into the cool night, because she happened to have to. Chris also stepped out of the apartment to check on Tyla. But she had already disappeared into a bush so that no one was watching her, especially not Chris. He stood on the terrace and froze bitterly, because despite the prevailing season, it was always quite cool in the evening, especially when you stood bare-chested in the garden at night.
Satisfied and happy, Tyla crawled out of her bushes again and saw the trembling Chris in front of her. His muscles twitched and his teeth chattered.Slightly annoyed, Chris stroked his blond hair and looked up at the cloud-covered sky. When Tyla saw him like this, she no longer dared to move. The light of the moon, shimmering through the clouds, sparkled in his eyes, the cool wind blew through his golden hair. It made Tyla shudder, she had never seen him like this. There was something thoughtful and sad about him that Tyla didn't know about him. Infected by his sadness, she sat at Chris' feet and nudged his leg with her head. She bowed her head slightly and put on a questioning look. As expected, Chris reacted to her and he seemed to understand what she was trying to say. He said apologetically:
"What, am I confusing you, I'm sorry! Everything's fine, so let's go back upstairs, it's pretty cold out here."
A little disappointed, she put her head on the floor and followed Chris into the living room, he stopped at the door and locked it again.Meanwhile, Tyla had already sneaked up and was looking around. Then the idea suddenly occurred to her. Her paws were still full of potting soil and right next to her, in the hallway upstairs, was the laundry basket. In order to put her plan into practice she only had to wait for Chris, who was already on the stairs. Then on the last step, Tyla took it in her paw. She jumped at Chris and very, very slowly, ran down his pants again. It had worked, the pants were smeared with dirt. Chris looked at Tyla, clearly annoyed.
"Go into the basket!" He ordered and then turned his attention back to his pants.
"What a bummer, well I just have to put them in the laundry."
She risked a quick look and then disappeared into the room grinning. That night Tyla slept unusually well, no bad nightmares that came over her, no cold and uncomfortable wooden bench to sleep on and no more feeling of fear that she would be eaten away.The next morning, it was Tyla who got back on her feet first. She lay in her basket and watched Chris sleep.
"He could be a macho ass like all the others, after all he is beautiful, intelligent, popular, super sporty and ... still good-hearted. At school and otherwise he is always so aloof, but never rude and here, here he is so playful and free. Even if he would never return my love, I