One of my favorite types of stories – written with the speaking dog! Lol. Thank you for the contribution.
“Aw. Don’t you look cute? Now you won’t be so cold at night!”
The dog gave her a glare.
“You’ve got to be joking me.”
Gloria was confused by this. “But. I thought you were complaining about–”
“Gloria, how long is this going to last?” The dog said.
Gloria sighed. “We’re just making the best of a bad situation.”
“Really? How is forcing me to play dress-up making the best? Huh? We need to pay off this debt! And fast!”
“Don’t you think I know that, Dad! But, things haven’t been the best financially. But we’re trying. You know that. And plus, you haven’t exactly been pulling your weight.”
“Pulling my weight!” The dog barked. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” The dog tried his best to tear at the sweater with his teeth.
The dog squirmed, trying to attack the sweater, but in his fury fell…
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