The Rabid Dogs #1 – Tomorrow We Will Get Him Fixed

by johannespunkt

There is a rabid dog living in the basement; tomorrow we will get him fixed. She says so week after week, picking up vase after broken vase. Tomorrow we will get him fixed, and he will stop biting me, and we can take him outside. It will be good for him. She speaks like that, like living terrified of the Cujo under our house is just a minor nuisance. We soliloquize; dogs have good hearing, don’t they? I wouldn’t know, I am just a mouse. I feel the vibrations in the floorboards. Tomorrow’s the day we will get him fixed.