Their soles were completely ripped out and strewn in little pieces all over the bed. They were my favorite shoes. I thought the house was abnormally quiet when I walked in. After a long day, all I wanted was to plop down on my bed and hang with my dog.
"BRUNO!" I thundered. I tumbled down the stairs yelling, "BAD DOGGIE! COME HERE!". I crossed my arms and grimly waited. His paws scraped the hardwoods as he reluctantly dragged his feet to me. His body posture screamed GUILTY.
His head drooped.
His tail drooped.
His belly sagged.
Now I was the one who felt bad. I reduced my happy puppy to this lump of misery. "Oh, Bruno", I sighed. I sat down and we snuggled. He ventured a kiss. No reaction. He laid his head on my lap. My hand automatically lifted to stroke his back.. I felt him relax under my caresses. We knew he was forgiven.
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