Speak Softly and Carry Canine

She made a mental checklist of all the things she was going to yell at him for. The constant lateness, his loud chewing noises, oh and let’s not forget—the infidelities. She leashed up Patsy, and set off. The corners of her mouth curled up. She would make a scene, alright. He was ordering his daily coffee when she tapped on his shoulder. Before she could yell, they both looked down and watched a golden stream turn his blue pants navy. Patsy put her leg down and waggled her tail.

“That should do it” He was left standing there, pissed on.