I woke up in the middle of the night. I heard the tap dripping. I disgraced it and thought I should wait for my Dad to come home and fix it. I dropped my arm off the side of the bed for my dog to lick so it could send me back to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up to the dripping again. I decided to go and sort the wretched tap out. I opened the door. My dog was hanging skinned from the ceiling. In blood on the wall it said: NOT JUST DOGS KNOW HOW TO LICK!
