Asking too much

He plucked out a pen and a notebook, dropping it down in front of her. “You will write how you’re feeling.”

She looked up at him, an expression that could only be considered hopeful.

“No, I’m not guessing anymore. I want you to write it down.”

She woofed at him.

“Don’t you pretend you can’t. I’ve seen you watch me do it. I’ve seen you read what I’ve written.”

She wagged her tail.

He sighed, rubbing his short hair back and forth. “Should I get you a large stick and a plot of land?”

The dog decided she’d spent enough time humoring him and went to sleep.

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