The Dog

She had every reason to think that he had had a good time with her when he licked thoroughly with his strong tongue the private parts of her body. She was in bed when he did this. He was her best friend.

When she awoke the next morning, she smelled the sweet lilac and the roses in her garden—she was aware of the thump of his tail—and felt a breeze spring in through the window screen.

She ate a small piece of fish for her breakfast. She hummed a little tune to herself—and when she opened a drawer, she observed an old crumb from some food in there and she thought, This is unbelievable.

Her husband, Frank, came in for his breakfast. Frank is clever, of course.

She said to Frank, “Sit!”

Really, she did not understand at that time why Frank didn’t.