Random thing in my kitchen

I woke up to the sound of incredibly annoying barking. "Moooooom!" I yelled as I pushed my head deeper into the pillow. A few minutes past with no response, and the barking just grew louder. I looked at my phone to see what time it was, "Ugh, why do they have to do this at 10 AM" I groaned. After much thought on weather or not it would be worth it to actually get up from my bed to yell at my dogs, I decided enough was enough. Pulling myself up with the small amount of strength left in my tired arms, I rubbed my eyes and let my feet adjust to the cold temperature of the floor. At this hour, walking through the what seemed mile long hallway, was a torture that could only be enforced in Hades.

I was honestly ready to kill my dogs if they didn't stop barking. I blindly shuffled into the kitchen ready to scream my head of, but when I opened my eyes my breathe got stuck in my throat. Right in front of me was an enormous golden retriever, that I could've sworn was made of vanilla ice cream. Paralyzed from confusion, I looked around the kitchen for a possible weapon in case this animal was dangerous. See this doesn't seem scary to someone who is used to big dogs, but my dogs are the size of my shoe with legs that could honestly be mistaken for toothpicks. Before I could call for my Dad I realized I was home alone "Of course..." I muttered. After a second I realized 'If this thing hasn't devoured my stupid little dogs, I think I'll be ok'. I bent down to pet the dog which jumped me, and licked my face enough to make me think I was drowning.

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