There are times it's like having a dog that’s tail-wag-lick-slobber-glad when you get home; like having a dog that's bad, a dog that pees on the carpet or barks. A dog that pushes its luck. You have to show it who's boss, so you beat it or kick it until it whines. It slinks off to hide. But look, here's your dog again: its tail wags, it lick-slobber-pants for a stroke then it cringes as soon as you move.
It's her cringe that makes me kick harder. She knows that it's all her fault.
It's her cringe that makes me kick harder. She knows that it's all her fault.
