Johnny felt lonely. His friend Dex had let him down yet again. Dex had called at the last minute with an excuse about why he couldn’t make their planned outing. Johnny referred to Dex as his friend, but he didn’t really know if that was true. He didn’t think friends should let each other down as often as Dex did with him.
Johnny looked at his dog, Boomer, on the floor and consoled himself. Maybe he expected too much of Dex.
“If I died here all alone tonight,” he thought, “eventually, even Boomer would eat my face.”
Boomer wagged his tail.