Without my consent, the train’s neighbor fed his pug food: It was necessary for me to exact revenge on the impish neighbor and his dog.
A man was traveling with a pug in a pet container in my sleeper section. Before the train left, the pug was barking loudly. It then became quiet for a time, but approximately 30 minutes after the train had departed, it began to attract attention once more by barking and pacing its crate restlessly. An old woman couldn’t contain herself and said, “I can’t take it any longer. Take action for your dog!
The dog’s owner, likely noticing the overall annoyance, decided to take his dog for a stroll in the hallway about forty minutes after departure, after everyone had taken their seats.
I went to buy some tea in the meanwhile. I found my food container when I got back; the box and rice were both there. However, the bird had vanished. When I turned around, I saw it. Or rather, the chicken’s remnants—on the ground, in a contented pug’s jaws.
I initially just stood there in a state of shock. I then turned to face the proprietor. As like nothing had happened, he began caressing the pug’s head.
He said, “Sorry,” without even rising. “He’s at least quiet now.”
My patience finally gave out at that point. I don’t like to yell in front of people, though. I made the decision to exact revenge on the owner and his mischievous canine.
When the whole carriage was asleep at night, I crept up and removed my hidden treasure from my backpack: a tiny bottle of valerian drops I brought for my cat when it accompanied me on my travels.
In its carrier, the pug was fast asleep. I carefully sprayed a few drops on the carrier’s handle and the borders of the blanket, then resumed my sleep as if nothing had occurred.
The outcome appeared quickly. The carriage was in utter disarray by dawn.
The pug instantly attracted the attention of two other dogs from a nearby carriage that was going to a competition.
They were apparently on the other side of the train with their owners, but they had been allowed to stretch their legs when the train stopped at a station.
And now the door to our carriage was almost being torn down by these two big, enthusiastic dogs that had escaped.
The attention drove the pug crazy, and it began barking as if it had never slept. Astonished, the passengers awoke. There was a commotion in the carriage.
At the next station, the conductor arrived, reprimanded everyone, and threatened to expel all of the dogs and their owners.
Of course, I missed the chicken.
Do you believe I made the proper decision?
