Show (Not Tell) Writing

Prompt: The puppy was a terror

I arrived home an took off my shoes, standing near the closet. A minuscule high pitched sound could be heard emanating from the corridor to my left. I hesitantly leaned over to find a hallway masqueraded as a pig sty. The walls were now a mix of mud and stones, plastered to the sides, nearly irremovable. Carefully placing my feet to avoid the mess, I made it into the living room. For as bad as the halls were, they were dwarfed compared to this room. The ‘pillows’ were in shreds, strewn across the room, with pages of encyclopedias and novels amongst them. The chair and sofa could be mistaken for a massive fluffy bunny, partially for the look, but also for the fact that it looked as though it had been bouncing around the room. There were holes all over the walls and paw-prints everywhere. Sitting in the middle, clean as a whistle was my golden retriever, head cocked to the side as though it didn’t quite understand my crushed appearance. I picked the dog up and put it in the backyard with food and water. Of course, I couldn’t stay mad at it for long, I would eventually let it back in, even if my puppy is a complete terror.

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