By Spencer Bucolo
Editor
She sits on the couch next me. And waits patiently for me to look at her.
I refuse.
I won’t give her what she wants. I’m more focused on the television.
She gets tired of waiting and comes closer to me, resting her head on my lap. But this changes nothing.
I don’t acknowledge her.
She is now pissed off.
Getting off of me, she changes tactics.
She digs her nails into my skin, and I pull my arm away.
She begins showering me in kisses, and I break my silence.
“STOP. NOW.”
She does what I tell her to.
“SIT.”
She sits.
“Good dog.”