Chapter 22: Samson And The Chihuahua

"Ugh," Marcel woke up to blinding sunlight filtering through the window. However, that was the least of his problems because right now, something or rather someone was licking his face.

At first thought, Marcel thought it was Samson and sat up with a startle, intending to give that beast a piece of his mind, however, he was treated to a cute-looking chihuahua staring back at with adorable eyes.

"God," He groaned, what kind of assault was it this early morning?

His face was filled with drool and it pissed Marcel off. He had not a single idea about a dog's normal social behavior. At three years old, while other kids were getting dolls and toys, Marcel was already practicing how to disassemble and assemble guns.

In one word, he has no pet aside from the lion who was still lying lazily on the ground and watching that new intruder with bad intention. To Marcel, Samson was more of a companion and guide than a pet.

If there was anything Marcel loved so much, that was his sleep and the chih