But after receiving three angry spanks from Greta, it was no longer a thought. It was an existential feeling that took hold of me. It all began with the damned bone that Frank bought at the butcher. “Here,” Greta said, holding the bone in front of my snout. “This is for you. Eat it and enjoy – just don’t come near the carpets.” I accepted the gift, and had she not moved her hand away in the blink of an eye, I would have thanked her with a lick. Excellent! We had now turned over a new leaf in our relationship. I chewed the bone thoroughly and with great care, milking every drop of juicy marrow. After a long hour of chewing, I grew tired and satisfied, and I decided to hide my bone in a safe location. I noticed a lump in the sofa and dug my teeth in. Before long, I had created a small hollow in the cushion for the bone. I knew it would be safe there. I didn’t want to lose the bone as it represented a positive turn in my relationship with Greta.
