The black dog followed them home.  A stroll through the neighbourhood had the unintended consequences of being stalked by a midnight creature. The Clump family was climbing the walls, trapped in the rhythm of lockdown, swimming with pent-up energy and frustration, so an evening perambulation was proposed. Everyone suited up in protective gear, tied their chuck taylors and set off.
The dog now blocked reentry into their covid cocoon. Mother, Maliada sighed; daughter Tully threw a tirrivee; Father, George barely stopped doomscrolling to say, “Call animal control before we get bitten;” and son Pauly exclaimed, “Yes!!!!! – lycanthropy is way cool.”
Maliada left a message on the municipal not-quite-an-emergency answering machine: “There’s an outside chance we have a rabid dog on our lawn.”
Vesta, sensing she needed to be “the perfect type of an adoptable pet,” sat down on her haunches, and offered up a paw.

Combining first line friday with monday’s wordle (a mlmm twofer)

First line: “The black dog followed them home.”

Wordle words (without modifications):

yes; walls; rhythm; swim; doomscrolling*; clump; outside; type; tirrivee (tantrum); perfect; answer; down

* doomscrolling: “the practice of obsessively checking online news for updates, especially on social media feeds, with the expectation that the news will be bad, such that the feeling of dread from this negative expectation fuels a compulsion to continue looking for updates in a self-perpetuating cycle.”

image from first line friday post