“It’s me or the dog,” she barked. Dinner was apparently ruined.
Max was in his bed, half asleep, one ear up.
“I mean it,” she growled. Teeth bared and muzzle-less she pattered away
I sighed, got up and went to pack my bags.
Max stretched, dog-yawned, then rose and followed.
Jon is a local government employee with a newspaper journalism background who is experimenting with short written forms.