Weredog Tart (3)

   
   "Weredog Tart (3)"
   
   Siria became a bit shocked, forgetting her stare down upon the city of Pittsburgh haunted by steel, smoke, and dreams, an Iron City's reverie immediately deleted as the teenage girl with the weird name glanced down the hill of her backyard and looked upon a golden colored, wolf-like creature. What made it even more bizarre, yet quixotic, was that the creature danced to her; next, initiated verbal speech.
  
WOLF-LIKE CREATURE
Hey Siria, getting bullied at summer school for your name, the modern times, maybe the end times, and because you flunked algebra, not liking the association of numbers and letters?

SIRIA
Who the hell are you?  Urinating in her lime-green and best pair of panties, but keeping her cool, the beer helping, which she dropped upon the green grass, foam flowing.

WOLF-LIKE CREATURE
Don't worry mate.  I'm part Canis lupus familiaris--a golden retriever mixed with a mystical and nice werewolf.  I instinctively adore water sports; moreover, I am an active type of dog.  Love play; plus, helping the disabled.  I can even do complicated algebra.  And I'm gonna bite you.  Hold still as I approach--fear not and the mutation will set in with savage sublimity.  Approached.

SIRIA
Oh my gosh . . .  Accepted, as she was frozen in place, like a quicksand dream, and the bite was on her hand, oozing forth the art of future transfiguration.