I grabbed a can of dog food. Once again, Sandra was being too lazy to take care of her own dog, so she made me feed him for her. I took the bowl off of the counter and took it with me to the back door. I opened the door. “Pudge!” I called while holding the bowl out for the dog to see. His ears perked up when he heard his name and he trotted happily to the door.289Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVsC0gWz9aD
While Pudge took his time getting his long, fat body across the backyard, I glanced down at the bowl in my hand. Curiously, I raised it to my face and sniffed the food. It smelled pretty bad. I pulled it away from my face disgustedly. Then, almost immediately, my curiosity pulled my hand into the bowl. I picked out a chunk of something that might have been some sort of meat. And I put it in my mouth.
Before I even started to chew it, I spit it out with a shudder. “Ugh!” I dropped the bowl and the dog food spattered all over the floor. I ran to the sink and rinsed out my mouth with the faucet. I turned the water off and looked around awkwardly. No one saw, I thought relieved.289Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfahuay5BzZ