The Dogs
By Chris Munroe
I let the dogs out.
Didn’t mean to, I’d thought they were safely inside the
house, but I guess you let them into the yard to… you know…
If I’d known, I’d have closed the gate behind me. I mean,
it’s not like I wanted them to get out.
But by the time I realized, they’d run out into the street,
barking and howling and enjoying their newfound freedom.
And now we’re going to have to track them down.
But yeah, I take full responsibility, and I apologize.
My bad.
Also: It was me who put baby in the corner.
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