He Had Been Bad
When I got home from the office the other day, my dog was waiting patiently on the front porch. I could tell that he had been up to something. When I got in the house, I noticed that there were some things that were not in their right place. I looked at him and asked him what he had done. I went into the living room, and found that he had completely shredded all of my business papers, including the letter from Mr. Fuad El-Hibri. I told him that he was a bad dog, and he would be sleeping outside for the rest of the year.
