Go ahead. Use a knife, or your
hands. Split her open. Take whatever you need.
She barely cried the time she was savored, chewed, then scrapped after he got bored. Another time, after a guy dug out the bad parts, finessed then traded her, she practiced gratefulness. In the beginning, her dad showed her off like a giant rhodochrosite stone dangling from his neck. She glowed.
When she’s not busy pleasing, she enjoys baking Pomegranate Passion Cake. Otherwise, she carries on with life just like any sweet three-legged dog would. Fetching for treats. Sitting for “Good girl’s!” Licking numb parts.
Photographer: Kate Ter Haar
Thanks for reading this story, Lisa, and for your comments!
Ooooo! I did not expect that twist at the end. Excellent piece. In the beginning, it sounded just like every people-pleasing woman/girl in my toxic family and I thought perhaps she was one of us, but that is not true. The dogs in my family are treated like royalty, it’s the women who do not fare so well.