Bob opened the door, expecting to see their dog, Pat, waiting for him with wagging tail. When he stepped inside, Pat was nowhere to be found. “Pat? Here, boy.”
Bob closed the door and set his coat on the kitchen chair before entering the living room. “Pat? Where’re you at, bo… Oh God!”
Bob covered his mouth as he forced himself to breathe.
Pat lifted his head and wagged his tale. Between his paws was a half chewed trophy Bob earned playing little league. It was the only one Bob ever won.
“Why, boy? Mommy has so many more.”