The next morning, as Nancy got ready to leave for work, she put into David’s hand a small tear-shaped device, plastic, possibly a remote.She loved her dog. As long as he behaved.
“What’s this?” asked David.
Nancy smiled in the bright way that David had come to find repellent. “So, David. If he starts going crazy again, which I don’t he think he will, you just press that button.” She saw his confusion. “The big one.”
“I don’t get it.” The button looked ordinary: gray, oblong, denoting the harmless functionality of opening a garage door or pausing a DVD.
Nancy laughed. “God, what a city boy! It’ll zap him.”
She Loved Dogs (part two)
David waved as Nancy's car backed out. He worriedly heavy-stepped back to the porch and tried not to look at Swat, whimpering and pawing the grate. "Sorry, Swat," said David, feeling saintly, and now
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