August 22, 2014

My mother and I were walking into a room from the parking lot. It wasn’t quite a laundry room but there was a washing machine. A dog and a cat were playing around a fried chicken leg. My mom went to the back and grabbed a ziplock of leftover food. “They’ll like this!” she said as she tossed it into their general vicinity.

After a brief moment of looking elsewhere, the food was gone and they were now playing inside of the plastic bags. First it was the cat, as expected, but then the dog too stuck its head into the bag.