Mind you, he didn’t want to. Mr. Kirkwood loved his dog. But there comes a time in every ones life, where a break from routine is needed. So, instead of taking his dog for a walk, Mr. Kirkwood ate him. What Mr. Kirkwood did not have the foresight to see, is that the act of eating his dog was performed with the same sterile indifference as the act of taking his dog for a walk – and was therefore a wasted exercise.
The dog didn’t even taste fantastic. “Too stringy”, Mr. Kirkwood muttered to himself.
i wonder if this counts as spam?