Fostering the Male Lead

Chapter 9

I glared straight into Sihael’s eyes and raised my voice. It was childish, but I didn’t want to lose.

“Keep quiet! I’m your owner!”

“Woof! Woof! Grrr! Argggg.”

“I. Am. Your Owner.”

“Woof, woof! Grrrrr!”

Ugh, I couldn’t stand this. I clenched my teeth and blocked my ears. It was such an ear-splitting sound that it felt like my ears were bleeding.

Just when Sihael, who won the fight, was trying to bark louder and louder, someone burst in as if they broke the door and shouted.

“Hey! Stop that dog from barking!”

It was Lanoa. When we had lunch earlier, he was fine, but now he reeked of alcohol. I frowned and waved my hands.

“I’m training him so stay out of it.”

“Is this what you call training? Why are you training him by making all this noise?”

Maybe his head hurt because of the hangover. Lanoa grabbed his forehead and glared at me irritatedly.

I could see people silently showing their support for Lanoa. When I met their eyes, they quickly lowered their eyes, but they might have been inwardly shouting, “That’s right, that’s right.”

I felt embarrassed for no reason and cried out.

“You left him with me so why are you getting angry now?!”

“Woof! Woof! Grrrrr! Woof!”

Sihael started barking at Lanoa as if to counter my irritating cry.

“Right! Well done. Bark more! Break that bad guy’s eardrum!”

‘Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!”

“Well done! Well done, Shasha. Well done!”

As I clapped and cheered, he barked excitedly in tune with the rhythm. Now that there was a common enemy, we fought against Lanoa just like we fought with each other before.

“Argh!”

Lanoa screamed and plugged his ears. He was really drunk and it seemed like he was about to fall down.

“There are two sons of bitches in this house…”

For the first time, regret flashed across Lanoa’s face. I liked the look so much that I couldn’t help but clutch my stomach and laugh.

I think I heard someone muttering that it’s all a mess but I don’t know. Who cares! Lanoa’s despair was my happiness.

“Why did I pick up that thing… Why did I give that to her….?”

Lanoa drooped his shoulders as he muttered to himself and left the room like a loser.

“W-Well, then we will go out too.”

Those who had finished organizing the room didn’t miss the chance and escaped like an ebb.

In an instant, the noisy room became quiet.

The barking Sihael calmed down and wandered in front of the cage a few times before he sat on the cushion.

Watching Sihael lie comfortably on the cushion, I also laid down on the sofa. I reached out and opened one of the books on the table.

<You Can Train A Ferocious Dog Too!>

The moment I saw the title, I knew that this was the book for me. Even the author was a famous person.

The moment I saw his name, I wrote down everything written in his book without even reading the contents.

<From Puppy Adoption To Training.>

<What’s the Best Way to Deal With My Troublesome Dog?>

<A Good Dog Comes From A Wise Master.>

From the best-selling author, Mortenzi Garcia.

The dog master who could turn any ferocious dog into a docile lamb.

With great reverence, I engraved one word after another on my heart.

Sir, I believe in you!

* * *

I think I’m doomed.

What’s the use of reading a book every day? I couldn’t even apply it. I don’t think I have a talent for teaching.

At first, I wanted to teach him to ‘give paw’.

But I ended up doing it wrong. Then, I decided to teach him to sit down first since I was afraid of him biting or smacking my hand.

It was exciting at first, but I kept on failing repeatedly.

The problem was that I was inferior to Sihael. Even though I tried to reverse this, he was so strong that it didn’t work.

So, another week passed like that.Even though I tried to appease, get angry, plead, and do everything that was said in the book, Sihael didn’t blink an eye. At this point, I became very exhausted.