Me Or The Dog
Nov 18th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It was challenging moving into my girlfriend’s studio apartment. It was crowded for two adults and an ancient Shar Pei wrinkly beast.
“Package deal,” Sheila smiled. “I love you but -”
Shorthand, it meant Skippy slept with us. He snored, farted, whimpered in his sleep and pushed me to the brink of falling off the bed as his massive paws twitched.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw down the gauntlet.
“It’s me or the dog.”
That night I discovered Sheila changed the locks. Skippy barked at me through the window as if to say, “I loved her first.”
From Guest Contributor Marc Littman
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