"God damn it!" I heard her yell from across the house. I ran out of my office to see what was wrong.
"What’s wrong?" I asked as I found her standing at the front door.
"Your God damn dog killed a bird and left it on the front door step!" She yelled at me.
"You take care of this, it’s disgusting." She said to me as she walked away from the situation.
The dog sat there looking up at me. A dead bird lying on the ground between our feet.
A single bite, clean through the neck of the bird. I think it was a crow, I’m not sure. It was a black bird and it was dead and the dog killed it. The dog was proud and wanted to show me. I had never received a gift of such pure love like this before.
The dog sat there looking up at me.
"Good dog." I said.
That dog understood me more than she ever could.
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