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it was her dog that had to be

put down

not his

He only saw the good boy for the past

two weeks or so

Yet it was him who couldn’t

get it up

in bed because thoughts of the

departed good boy wouldn’t

let go of

his mind

“I’m sorry,” he told her, hands

covering his face

in shame. “I just can’t.

I… I feel we should dedicate this day

to mourning, you know?”

“What?”

“Babe, you know how much I love

dogs. The death of

one… It, it just kills me, you know?”

She looked around for

her panties. “Well, babe, I start to think

you love ‘em dogs more than

you love me, really.”

“Wah? How can you…?”

“Well, I mean, if you didn’t

you’d want to comfort me in this time

of need. It’s what I want, what

I need to cope with the loss. But you’re

not thinking about that, are you? No,

all you’re thinking about is

the dog. It wasn’t even

your dog. You didn’t grow up

with it, damn you!”

They hugged each other and

cried on each other’s shoulder. Cried for

the rest of the night

A few days later

she came into the bedroom wearing

a furry dog-themed outfit

with ears and all

Same color as the one who had been put down

He got it up, alright