I know this much –
when a dog shows its teeth, you get back – stay away.
So yesterday, I go
to this new dentist office and right off the bat, the receptionist is showing
me her teeth.
Did I hear a
snarl? I’m not sure.
I fill out the
forms, balancing a clipboard on my knees.
Around the room,
sitting quietly, but looking worried, are other people. None of them
showing me their teeth.
Somehow, I knew
better than to reach out and pat one of them on the head.
No one seemed very
friendly.
I was hoping I was
worried for nothing. I know how I get. I tried to remember if I had
brought any treats with me.
I checked my
pockets.
A lady across the
room showed me her teeth. I wondered if she knew I was looking for a treat.
A door
opened. Someone called for King. King?
A man got up
slowly, his head hanging down – like he had been up on the couch or something.
He reluctantly walked towards the lady calling his name.
I thought I heard
him whimper.
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