Jan 21, 2022
My sister threw down her fists and started beating up my dog. The dog screamed like a boiling kettle.
“Take your hands off me, girl!” Ordered the dog.
“Don’t talk back! I’m here to teach you!” said my sister in a low, baritone voice.
I was on the couch, watching this horror unfold. I stood and threw all of my avocados at the drama. “Look out doggy! These avocados are not meant to hurt you, they are for my sister!”
It was too late. The dog had not dodged the projectiles in time, and was now laying motionless under a mountain of avocados. He was as dead as a dead man.
“Oh crap! That's my fault!” I croaked, trembling in my underwear.
“I'm calling the Russians!” screamed my sister, as she grabbed her phone and bolted for the bathroom.
“NO! DON’T! DON'T DO THAT!” I begged, chasing after her. She was faster than me. She locked herself in that tiny bathroom and called the Russians. I started sobbing and jumping up and down. I was smacking the door, begging for her to back down.