My Best Friend

28th of June. It's my birthday. lt's the day I reaffirn my status as a 24-year-old.

I'm alone.

A neighbourhood bar. 3 friends. Alright, 1 friend and 2 aquaintances. And an aquiantace of an aquaintance. But we can still drink beers and be polite and pretend that we care.

Two beers and a shot later our patience is wearing thin. Let's get the check, let's shake hands.

Start the engine. Stop the engine. Open the door.

What's that sound? Feet shuffling on the wooden floor. A snort turns into a bark. A small golden object hurtles towards me.

She licks me, she loves me. She's my best friend. Ever.

Dog.