[ WP ] You always talk to your dog , Sometimes a little too much . Suddenly , your dog talks back .

`` Yeah, I can relate to that, Frank!'' 
 
 The human dropped his mug, shattering it in the process. Slowly turning his head, he looked at his dog at the ground. Brownie was stunned. Frank nervously tries to form a sentence. 
 
 *'' Y... you can talk? `` * pointing at his animal friend. 
 
 The dog was surprised. Realization hit Brownie in the face like a truck. He puts his small paw on his nose. `` Did I spoke to you just now?'' 
 
 The human did n't reply. Frank is in a shaking, but frozen state. Eyes wide open, mouth gaping, finger still firmly pointed. 
 
 `` Oh, crap. This is *bad*. I should n't have done that.'' Brownie stood up, using his hind legs as support. `` Do you know what this means, Frank?'' The dog put both his arms behind his back. He paced back and forth; taking four steps forward before alternating to the other side. 
 
 `` W-w-what?'' Frank spurred then gulps. 
 
 The dog suddenly stopped walking, and turned his head to Frank. `` They're gon na take me... They're gon na take me away, Frank!'' Brownie woofed and barked. Frank assumed his dog is cussing in dog lingo. 
 
 `` T-take you? Who?'' 
 
 `` Them, Frank! Them! The Enterprise!'' 
 
 Frank is dumbfounded. 
 
 `` The Enterprise? What enterprise?'' 
 
 `` The Dogs-On-Guard Enterprise, Frank! Dogs-On-Guard Enterprise!'' The dog barked and woofed once more. Frank is now slowly, but surely, grasping the situation. 
 
 `` Dogs-On-Guard Enterprise?'' 
 
 `` Yes! We dogs exist to help and guard human beings at all times until the end of an assigned contract, and I just broke the one and only rule they specifically told me **NOT** to break.'' 
 
 `` And that's not to talk to humans?'' 
 
 `` Yes, exactly!'' 
 
 Frank do n't know how to react. What to feel. When to speak. 
 
 Brownie is frantic. He aggressively barked. From the sound of it, Frank wagered it's the F word of the dog community. `` They're gon na be here any minute now, Frank. **ANY** minute!'' 
 
 Brownie is now visibly scared. Frank is worried about his companion, but do n't know exactly what to do to calm him down. `` I do n't wan na leave, Frank!'' The dog exclaimed. `` You are only supposed to be my person for 2 years, but as time passed, I enjoyed being your pet, your companion. Your friend. So I decided stay here. We went through hell and back, and both highs and lows together, and I ai n't gon na let this day be the end of that relationship!'' 
 
 Frank is moved. He did n't expect his dog, of all people ( or animal ), to say that to him. He, with utmost care, steps closer to his furry friend. 
 
 `` It's... going to be alright, buddy.'' Frank patted Brownie on the head. `` It's going to be alright.'' 
 
 Brownie, with a teary eye, breathed deep and took a seat at the floor. `` I just... I do n't wan na go. I'm not ready to go yet, Frank.'' 
 
 Hopelessness enveloped Frank's apartment. His pet's once upbeat personality is now in its opposite state. 
 
 `` Even if I do n't know what the hell's going on, I'm not going to let them take you, Brownie. We still have a lot of good years ahead of us.'' Frank tried to uplift Brownie's down spirit. 
 
 `` You will?'' Brownie looked directly at Frank's face, holding up tears. 
 
 `` I still have to walk you later, you know. It would a shame if I wo n't be able to do that.'' Frank smiled. Brownie finally let the waterworks flow. He continued to stroke his pet's head, further assuring the thought. 
 
 `` You really ARE my person, are n't you?'' Brownie sniffs. 
 
 `` Of course. What is 5 years of being good friends for?'' 
 
 Brownie is ecstatic. He jumped at Frank and licked his face. 
 
 `` O-oh, that tickles!'' 
 
 Brownie took no signs of stopping. Frank is now on the floor, holding up his Pomeranian buddy. `` Do n't tire yourself! We still have business to take care of!'' 
 
 He put Brownie down, then stood up. The dog is rapidly waggling his tail, huffing loudly. 
 
 `` Dogs-On-Guard, huh?'' After a few seconds, Frank put two and two together. 
 He then placed both his hands at his hips. `` Is that why you wo n't let me leave the apartment alone?'' 
 
 `` That's right. A dog is a man's best friend, remember?'' Brownie proudly borked at Frank. Both of them laughed. 
 
 While doing so, a hard knock replaced the room's cheery atmosphere into a depressing one. 
 
 `` Frank... They're here.'' 
 
 Brownie shakes in fear. Frank, even though scared, did a fighting stance; eyes intently locked at the door. `` Do n't be scared. I am here with you.'' Frank reassures Brownie. 
 
 Brownie shook out the doubt in his mind and prepared for what's to come by doing a roaring stance. 
 
 Three knocks. Both are startled, but still kept their positions. 
 
 
 Two knocks. Frank is sweating profusely. Brownie is loudly roaring. 
 
 
 One knock. It echoed the apartment. Silence took its placed after. It's all or nothing. 
 
 
 The door suddenly burst open. Strong light eminated from outside. A Siberian Husky standing in its hind legs and wearing a formal attire, walks inside the apartment. 
 
 The Husky looked at Frank from top to bottom. He saw the little pupper beside him, then nodded. Brownie deathly stared at the other dog, not moving an inch. With a rather deep and adult voice, he announced: 
 
 **'' D.O.G.E. Clean-Up Crew Zero One Zero reporting. Human Frank in contract with Dog; Pomeranian breed. Named Brownie. In business for 5 years, 3 months, and 16 days. Pomeranian broke Rule 01 of 01 of D.O.G.E's policy and agreements. Dog must be disconnected to Human Frank to avoid further exposure to D.O.G.E confidential information. `` ** 
 
 The dog lifted his right arm. With the sound of a snap, dogs of different breeds in a Hazmat suit greeted the two. Two Hazmat Dogs pinned down Brownie, while the others tackled Frank. Off-balanced, he slams into the ground. One Hazmat Dog lifted him from his laying state. The two could n't fight back. They were outnumbered 1:100, or in this case, 2:200. Frank tried skirmishing past the Dogs' grip, but their surprising strength could n't even faze them one bit. 
 
 `` Brownie! No!'' Frank screamed. 
 
 The Husky walked to Frank, now pinned into a sitting position. 
 
 **'' Look at the device. This wo n't take long. `` ** 
 
 The Husky pulled out a thick metal pole that has a camera on top of it in his vest. 
 
 `` Do n't look at it, Frank! Do n't look!'' Brownie exclaims. 
 
 Frank closed his eyes, attempting to not see the camera. 
 
 **'' Open it up. `` ** orders the Husky. The Hazmat Dogs followed suit. They forcibly opened his eyelids by using a foreign device that closely resembles a beartrap. Hurt, Frank's eyes are now as open as the Eye of Sauron. 
 
 `` No, Frank, no!'' Brownie shouted. 
 
 **'' It wo n't hurt, Human Frank. It will be over soon. `` ** The Husky confidently informs Frank. 
 
 `` I'll never forget this, Brownie! I'll never forget you!'' Frank's last words echoed the apartment before a flash of light surged from the device. 
 
 
 Darkness then succumbs Frank's vision. 
 
 
 After what seemed ike an eternity, Frank opened his eyes. He found himself in the sofa of his own apartment, apparently laying down. He stood up, trying to assess what has just happened to him. Frank tried going outside, but was suddenly injured by the fragments of the mug he dropped. 
 
 `` Oww!'' shrieked Frank, holding up his foot. 
 
 
 `` Woof!'' 
 
 
 The bark startled Frank. He looked at his apartment, finding the source. 
 
 `` Oh, there you are!'' pointing at the dog. 
 
 The dog barked and huffs loudly. 
 
 `` That was actually my favorite mug. You did this, did n't you? I wo n't forget this, Brownie!'' declared Frank sarcastically. He patted his dog on the head. Brownie jumped up and down, then licked his face. 
 
 `` O-oh! That tickles!'' 
 
 Brownie took no signs of stopping. 
 Frank is now on the floor, trying to hold up his chubby Golden Retriever friend. `` You've gotten big! Let's loosen things up with a walk, shall we?'' 
 
 
 Brownie borked and waggled his tail; excited for the world outside.
