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Jay and Robin were sitting on the couch watching television, Flowers in the attic: a movie about a blonde woman who goes along with her parents' plan to murder their grandchildren from her first marriage, which they had disapproved of.

In the background you could hear the adorable pups yapping and playing in their pen. They were seven weeks old, and Jay was expecting their new owners next weekend.

Julie came over and rubbed her head against Jay's knee. He instinctively reached to pet Julie, knowing what she wanted. But the movie was coming toward it's finale: the beautiful blonde was going to marry the perfect young man her parents approved of while her despised children were starving and freezing to death, up in the dark, cold attic.

And the puppies kept barking and playfully biting each other. Their pen was a mess of lambskin mats, spilled food, tennis balls, toys, and little turds. They loved it; they were in heaven.

"All right, Julie, let's go," Jay said, and got up. He let Julie into the pen to be with the pups. She looked for a clean spot. "I'll clean the pen as soon as the movie's over," Jay said. Julie reluctantly nodded -- that's acceptable.


She lie down quickly, wanting to keep the pups away from her nipples, from trying to feed. But Julie enjoyed how her progeny affectionately climbed all over her and licked at them, keeping the pups clean. The pups yapped and jumped back and forth toward their mommy.

Jay was on his way back to the couch anxiously to catch the end of the movie when the phone rang. He glanced at Robin, and she shook her head and ate another grape from the bowl in her lap. "I'm not moving," Robin said. "I already missed the ending of this movie twice last week."

Jay was torn, but he had to get the phone; Jay had puppies to place. "Hello," Jay said into the extension in the living room, where he could still see the television.

"This is Mrs. Schiller. I'm calling about the golden retriever puppies. Do you still have any? I wanted to call earlier, but we suffered a death in my family, and I've been very busy."

Jay just barely heard her last sentence because he was staring, frozen by the gruesome scene on the television. The soulless blonde was hanging from the train of her own wedding dress, swinging back and forth like a heavy pendulum, while her children watched, with no remorse. And Jay had missed the crucial confrontation/revenge scene. Julie, on the other hand, was playing with her happy pups; they had no complaints with mom.

"Excuse me? Are you listening to me," Mrs. Schiller asked, her voice sounding annoyed.

"I'm sorry. I was trying to watch the end of a movie," Jay admitted.

Mrs. Schiller hung up.

"Who was that?" Robin asked.

"Oh, just another satisfied customer."

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