â€œI have to tell you about this amazing book,â€ she says. â€œThe woman dies, and itâ€™s so tragic. The story is from the dogâ€™s point of view.â€ I canâ€™t hardly wait to dive into that book.
Itâ€™s a storyâ€¦ from a dog! Youâ€™ll love it!
â€œOh, man,â€ he says, burying his face in his hands. â€œAre you kidding me?”
â€œNo, really,â€ she says. â€œThe author is psychic, so she knows what sheâ€™s doing. Itâ€™s really accurate!”
I canâ€™t stop thinking about how Old Yeller couldâ€™ve been even more traumatic if it had been told from the dogâ€™s perspective. So much therapy. So. Much. Therapy.
On the upside, at least we know this story is accurate because the author has an in with the dogs.
But I digress. The man politely nodded and smiled while she waxed poetic about the story, making hollow promises to read it some time. And now I wonder if the psychic dog story author saw conversations like this one coming.