The bulldog walked into the living room where we were all sipping our postprandial coffee, tea, or "just water, thanks." I scratched his ears. No one else paid attention. Not that the conversation was interesting, mind you, but there's a certain level of self-absorption mandatory on these occasions.
The dog rolled his eyes up at me. "Haaaa... haaaa..." His breath was hot on my leg. "Heeeehhhpp..."
I shot him a glance. Had the dog just...?
I looked around. Everyone was laughing about someone's quip. I forced a smile.
Eventually, the warm presence by my knee disappeared again.
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