Celeste’s POV.
I push one foot then the other as I skate away with Midas trotting beside me.
“Little shit.” I mutter as we come to the crosswalk. I wait and get the eighteen-month-old, golden fur ball to sit like a civilised creature as we wait for the go to cross.
Midas was named Midas by his owners because apparently everything he touches turns to gold. As in his fur, he sheds a lot.
He is a beautiful boy. He is just lacking certain manners. He is still learning and usually he is as good as gold, but not today. He has had this energy about him today, and so he decided to do his own thing and not give a damn about social protocols and doggy etiquette. Hence why he wasn’t listening when I told him to stop. He nearly took out a lady with a stroller, an elderly couple as they headed tow
