Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Before His Old Dad Had a Chance to Shoot the Entire Pack

He made a choice, the red dog. He lifted it into the cab of the truck and drove home, nose in his lap. When he opened the screen door, it trotted inside, past the wife, kids, out the back door. It didn't bark, it hardly ate, it never slept. It lay curled in the sun, a ripening tomato.

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