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Joe sat down on the sofa with his peanut butter sandwich before turning on the telly. He flickered through the channels and found a football match. While eating, he could feel someone staring at him with a hungry look.
Joe: "Forget it, Mags. You had dinner. Twice."
Mags was Nicky's cute little furball of a dog with brown and white fur. Mags was missing an eye after the accident that happened during a storm, but what had been Mags' luck that day was that a fifteen-year-old young man rescued her and gave her a loving home. That was seven ago. Joe looked at Mags, who licked her lips while scooting closer to Joe.
Joe: "Not giving in this time, Mags. No matter how cute you're."
Mags loved peanut butter, something Joe learned the hard way two years ago. Joe had only been dating Nicky for four weeks when he was left in charge of Mags for a couple of hours. Joe had taken Mags for a walk. When they walked past an ice cream house, Joe gave into Mags's puppy eyes and fed her a big peanut butter ice cream sandwich. It resulted in Mags' fur being covered in peanut butter ice cream. Joe had hoped to wash Mags before Nicky got home, but Mags hated being bathed, so she escaped from Joe again and again. It was during one of those escapes that Nicky came home and told Joe he could sleep on the sofa unless he found Mags under all the mess. When Mags was finally clean, Joe presented Mags to Nicky, who was happy with the result and forgave Joe. After that, Joe promised never to feed Mags peanut butter again without Nicky being there. A promise Joe still was keeping, no matter how much Mags begged.
Joe ignored the dog to his right, but it knocked on the door before he could eat the rest of his sandwich.
Joe: "Book, what brings you here?"
Booker: "Your TV is bigger than mine, and France is playing against Germany..."
Joe: "Tell me you brought snacks and beer."
Booker held up a bag, and Joe let him in. When Joe entered the living room, he noticed the missing peanut butter sandwich and the papers on the floor. It was there Joe started to panic.
Joe: "Mags, please tell me you haven't eaten it."
Joe threw himself on the floor and started to search through the paper. When he couldn't find what he was searching for, he looked at Mags, who tilted her head while wagging its tail.
Joe: "Sorry, Mags. I need to check."
Joe grabbed Mags before he opened her mouth.
Booker: "Joe, let go of the poor dog. She hasn't done you anything."
Joe didn't let go of Mags.
Joe: "I'm soo doomed. My Mother will have my head on a plate for Christmas."
Booker: "Why are you being so dramatic? Or even more than usual."
Joe rubbed his face.
Joe: "My Mother gave me my Grandfather's old wedding ring when I told her I wanted to propose to Nicky. And Mags here have eaten the ring when she ate the peanut butter sandwich."
Booker: "You can't be sure of that. Maybe the ring was knocked down on the floor...."
Joe didn't hear what Booker was saying because Joe was thinking.
Joe: "Enjoy the football match, Book."
Booker: "Where are you going?"
Joe: "To the vet. Oh, and Germany is going to win tonight."
Booker: "I didn't hear that, traitor."
Before Booker could stop Joe, Joe was gone with Mags under his arm.