Kibble

Evelyn and Hal are married for a long time now, she might say a hundred years, he might say a hundred and fifty, but probably would just think it.

Never one to parse moments, Evelyn stirred thru the hot chili, then offered a question: "What's up with the dog's poop lately?" Hal tried to pretend he didn't hear. But as she started again, he warily asked "What do you mean?"

"When I take her for a walk, she poops, and it stands straight up. What is that?" Hal wanted to be anywhere else in the universe. "That is great kibble, that's all.", he stands straight up to leave the kitchen fast, clouds looming quickly overhead. "Widgie can do lots of things we can't.", Hal said quietly, but no one heard.