The Dog: Part One

“Excuse me, ma’am? Looks like your coupon is expired.”“Well, scan it again.”The tall, too-slender cashier forced a smile as she scanned the coupon. The register buzzed angrily. “ERR, CPN EXPR” popped up in green letters. It was only to be expected. The coupon, as evident by its faded print and worn edges, was two years …