Whose Apartment?
Aug 20th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I rent an apartment that’s above a garage.
But there’s a dog who has made a home for himself in the corner.
He’s without a collar
and needs a bath.
I’m polite, so I don’t say anything.
But he growls as if it’s his apartment!
I explain; I’m paying the rent, so really it’s my apartment, so he needs to accept reality.
He dismisses my argument.
I offer him food and he eats it.
I give him a bath and he goes along with it.
Finally, he licks my face in an apparent suggestion that we become roommates.
I accept.
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