WARNING: The Dog Dies

Victoria was at home tending to her garden. She had roses, tulips, tiger lilies, and every kind of flower she could make grow. It was perhaps the only thing that made her calm. She looked towards the street and saw a car pulling up. It was the door dash driver pulling up with her Dunkin order. She had attempted to grow her own coffee beans, but the neighbor's fucking dog kept shitting on them.

The lady walked up to her and handed her the order. "Here's your order, ma'am. Have a lovely day." The lady walked away. Victoria sipped her chai latte with almond milk and light ice. The damn neighbor's dog ran over and took a shit on her freshly planted roses about this time.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU MONGREL!" The dog ran off, and Victoria picked up her phone and called Caren.

"What do you want? I am busy trying to tell this manager that he doesn't know how to do his job!"

"Well, I was hoping you'd help me kill a dog. Are you down?" Victoria said, and she could almost hear Caren's smile.

"I'll be over within an hour."

***

Caren arrived at Victoria's and came inside. "Hey, where's Courtney?" Caren asked.

"She's in therapy today. Still struggling with being a narc." Victoria said with an eye roll.

"I'm pretty sure nothing's going to fix that but anyways. What dog do you want to be killed?" Caren asked with a sinister smile.

"The neighbors, I'll pay you top dollar. Just get rid of the fucking thing." Victoria replied as she ordered new plants to grow her coffee beans.

"You got it."

***

Caren had waited for nightfall to roll around before peering into Victoria's neighbor's backyard. The Chinese crested little shit was asleep in its doghouse.

"Ugly little shit isn't it," Caren muttered to herself as she hopped the fence. The dog stirred and growled at her, but Caren quickly offered it some treats. The dog happily took the chloroform-laced treats and passed out after a few minutes.

Caren took the dog and loaded it into her car before driving a few hours away to the woods. She took it into the woods and shot it in the head with a shotgun that had a suppressor. Then she dug a small shallow grave and buried it.

***

Victoria was pleased with the disappearance of the little fuck and was happily attending to her roses that next morning when Caren showed back up. "Wonderful job Caren," she handed Caren a blank check, "take whatever you feel is suitable."

"Thanks, Victoria, so guess I'll see you at the book club?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," she rolled her eyes, "I swear if Aubrey calls me Vicky one more time, I'll punch her in the face."

"Good luck with that; she doesn't give a fuck." Before Caren left, she turned back to Victoria.

"Who's dog was that, by the way, it looked familiar?" Caren asked her.

"Owen's," Victoria said smugly.

Caren left without another word, and Victoria was pleased knowing her garden would now flourish and with no disruptions.