[ WP ] You open the door to your house when you over hear your dog talking .

`` That dumbass still has n't figured it out. ``, I hear a voice in my house. What the fuck is going on? I sneak in, alarmed that someone is in my house. I pick up my glock 17 hidden in the umbrella holder ( compliments of my wife ). I hear faint chatter, like on a phone. Is there a thief in my house that took the time to call someone using my phone? I'm beyond confused. This literally makes no sense. I walk five feet into my house, trying to be stealthy, the voice gets very quiet, and then silent. Did he hear me? I sneak closer to the doorway into the kitchen where I hear the voice from. `` Oh shit.'' A very quiet voice informs the person on the other end that they have to go. I round the corner glock extended, my dog looks back at me. Guilty eyes, phone on ground, sitting next to recently unopened cookies. My dog begins to explain, `` I was talking to my girlfriend'', `` I was n't talking about you. ``, `` I'm your best friend, remember?''. I pull the trigger as he springs for my throat, he ca n't live with the fact that I know. I ca n't live with it either. I just killed my best friend. The gun goes to my own head, I ca n't go on. Goodbye world, see you soon Ralph.
