at the dinner table,
whining in his high
pitched
voice, my dog,
Rex,
pulls a gun on us.
he sits there with a
threatening
look
on his furry face,
and waits.
we stare at the small
revolver
between his paws
then
carefully cut him
up a steak
and set it on the floor.
he nods
his approval
then puts the gun away.
things have
changed, we can't let
him watch tv
anymore.
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