Whose Apartment?

Aug 20th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

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.

From Guest Contributor Kent V Anderson

When Kent isn’t writing stories, he is building robots.

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