Dog

True story. Swear to god. My sister has a friend who was doing some house and dog sitting in the east bay last year for some of her family friends. The owners of the house and dog would ask to hear the dog bark when they called to check in, as they were very much infatuated with their pooch. The dog dies one day. The girl doesn't know why. She buries it and simply cannot dream of a way to break the news to the owners. She tries to break it to them slow. She tells them the dog hasn't been moving a lot, just kinda sleeping all the time. Concerned, they ask this girl to rush the dog to the vet. She has to break them the news. She says the dog died that morning. Dismayed, they ask her to take it to the vet for an autopsy and they want it cremated after the cause of death can be identified. She agrees. She digs up the three day dead dog, stiff with rigor mortis and wreaking of wet, furry ooze, and puts it in a big, green duffle bag. This is a golden retriever, so it about 80 pounds or so. She has no car. No available friends to cart her and the dead doggie bag to the vet. So she lugs lucky to a bus stop to wait for the trusty rapid transit service. A man asks her what's in the bag as the bus approaches and if she needs help carrying it on. Panicked she says that its stereo equipment and that she would love some help. He helps her on and pulls the cord. He punches her in the head and runs of the bus with the green duffle bag. There is a special circle in hell where people, delighted by a seemingly great come up, find their spoils to be a couple days dead animal remains. It’s just below the circle where fire ants crawl up sinners urethras. My name is andrew hine.