Nothing Wrong

8

The dog sat there looking out of the living room window as I pulled up after work. Its face was of pure joy and love. Dumb animal if only he knew what was in store for him. Before I had even got my key in the door I could hear him scurrying around behind the door. I walked in and there he was running around in circles yapping with excitement. I bent down and gave his head a rub and a scratch behind the ear. His tea was going to be a can of the most expensive dog food the shelter had in when I got him. I had saved it for this day his final meal. If he could have told me his favourite places to piss and shit when we went for a walk I would have taken him there. He was a good dog he didn't deserve what I was going to do his ex-owners on the other hand. If I knew who they had been they might have cut my first human experience. 

I threw my coat on and attached the lead to Oliver. The night air was crisp and I could see the vapour from my breath. Oliver padded along at the side of me cocking his leg frequently. We sat down on a bench I had a smoke and looked out over the countryside. The sound of cars spoiled it a bit but I could just sit in peace listening to the birds and feeling the chill of a light breeze Oliver sat on the bench at the side of me and I stroked him. His head nuzzled up to me. He breathed in my face and his breath stunk that motivated me to start walking again. As we were walking I saw an old school acquaintance I won't use the word friend as I don't think I have ever had a real one.

"Aye up Harry how's it going ant seen ya fa ages. Got ya sen a dog now?"

Fuck me I didn't think this through I was hoping to keep this quiet. Now brain don't fail me now make something good come out of my mouth.

"Hi, Adam nothing much. This is my err humm my uncle's dog he has asked me to look after him for a while."

Adam looked like he caught what I was saying but he also looked like he had had a drink. I waited a moment for him to take in what I was saying and to judge his response.

"Pain int arse family. Well nice to see ya. In a bit."

"Yeah see ya."

With that, he waved and walked off weaving slightly. I don't know why but he has always had the strongest Yorkshire accent out of anyone I know and he would sometimes say things that would need a translator. 

I pulled a packet of ham out of the fridge and sat on a chair next to my dinner table. Oliver's lead was still attached to his collar and the other end was tied to the table leg. He was happily munching ham out of my hand and begging for more. When the packet was done I picked up a clear plastic bag and a roll of duct tape. The bag slid over his head without a fuss quickly I wrapped the tape around the back of his head several times quickly. Almost immediately the clear plastic steamed up. It was dawning on him that he was in trouble. His front paws started to scratch at the bag. I pulled his paws down and slowly felt his strength fade. It was an ultimate feeling of power over this creature it wasn't too late yet I have the power now to save his life or let it slip away. One eye blinked up at me looking into it all I could see was fear and confusion. He could not understand how or why I was doing this to him. All force was gone from his body and I sat there stroking the lifeless body of my friend.