Dear a. by Maria Williams-Russell

Dear a.


Yesterday I yelled at the dog for chewing the leather sofa. He chewed a hole so big, the white matted stuff of the sofa made a moon pie of itself. We had to move that section of the sofa to the corner of the room so that when company came over they would not notice what our dog had done, and in turn not think what kind of people were we. 

The stuffing has already collected plenty of lint pills, is webbed and bumpy, and when I touch it my teeth hurt.

I don’t love the dog. Not really. He is cute and everything, but he doesn’t listen.

I mention this because you’re right about punishment.

Maria