“Enough,” I bellowed. “Stop being cruel to poor Mixie!” My brother-in-law was making his dog sit with a doggy biscuit perched on his muzzle. He enjoyed tormenting Mixie like that before letting him eat his treat. Enraged, I raised my fist to make my brother stop.
“Mixie, good boy!” The signal for Mixie to enjoy his treat. Daniel then replied to me, “Chill, man! What’s got you so upset?”
But I didn’t have time for further discussion. If I had any hope of getting that bonus my boss keeps promising me, I needed to get to work ASAP.
Last edited by Lynn S. M.; 04/21/22 07:27 PM.
