The End of The Office

Tonight my dear old dog gets shot, and I’m pretty excited. Don’t get me wrong, I love old Barkley. I’ve had him for nine years and we’ve been just thick as thieves. Trouble is, a few years ago he lost his eyesight—got all scratched up by a cougar or something. After that he just sort of stumbled around, bumping into things. Sure, occasionally this was funny, but I felt for the old pup and missed his good old days. And now his health is all deteriorated—worms and everything else—and it is just...