THE DOG COULDN'T POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT IT WAS DOING
The dog couldn't possibly know what it was doing.
Could it?
Sometimes it just stared at him with such a knowing look in its eye. Like an old person in a dog's body, silently castigating him. If anything, it reminded him of his Uncle George, the way he used to sit in the corner, not saying anything, watching, waiting. Letting you talk yourself into circles until you backed down from whatever ridiculous idea you'd suggested. All without a word, just a steady, unquestioning look.
"All right," he said after exhausting all the reasons why he shouldn't call her. "I'll call her."
He could have sworn the dog gave him a little nod.
Could it?
Sometimes it just stared at him with such a knowing look in its eye. Like an old person in a dog's body, silently castigating him. If anything, it reminded him of his Uncle George, the way he used to sit in the corner, not saying anything, watching, waiting. Letting you talk yourself into circles until you backed down from whatever ridiculous idea you'd suggested. All without a word, just a steady, unquestioning look.
"All right," he said after exhausting all the reasons why he shouldn't call her. "I'll call her."
He could have sworn the dog gave him a little nod.
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