The Dog And I
Jan 29th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The dog and I had a disagreement over where my hands belonged. She had a name, but I’d reached the point where I rarely used it anymore.
“Why can’t you learn to be more independent?” I asked, trying desperately not to raise my voice.
“Why can’t you just put your stupid hands on me?” the dog asked with her eyes and whimpers.
It seemed we were at an impasse. I just wanted to read my book after a long day at work, and the dog just wanted to be loved after a long day of solitude. First world problems indeed.
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