His eyes glaze-over. Any hint of moral regard slowly leaves the body as he transforms into a creature I no longer know. A man, starved. A man, unaffected by my screams to just be left alone. He uses his charm, angling his body to fit right next to my legs. His eyes growing frantic as he whimpers at the sight.
The sight of the ham sandwich I am trying to eat as fast as humanely possible.
The Day I Realized My Dog Was A Sociopath