From “Beyond The Softness of His Fur: Private Revolutions”
By TammyJo Eckhart
The nice doctor strokes my head after we get through all of the shapes and colors. She mixed them up, trying to trick me, but i’m not a stupid animal; i know the differences now. i eat the treats she leaves - chicken pieces, real chicken, not pet food - but as i eat i smell something else and look up. Master is outside the open door, and She has carryout with Her.
Who needs treats when She’s here?
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