© 2012 Aaron Atkinson

No. 2 Dog

It had been a long, hot week. The dogs hadn’t been out of the house in days and they were starting to get antsy. So Laura suggested we take them for a drive.

“Who wants to go for a car ride?” She asked Indie and Lola.

Dogs swirled and whined and jumped and ran to the door in excitement. We put them in the back of my car and went for a 20 minute spin around the neighborhood. We would have cruised longer, but a couple miles from home Laura raised her nose and asked me, “Do you smell that? I think one of the dogs ripped one.”

I didn’t. Because they hadn’t. It was worse.

With a shriek Laura saw it first. Lola was taking a poop in my backseat. And there was nothing we could do about it.

I shook my head. Laura rolled down her window and laughed.

Next time we’re taking her car.

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