Reg reached the top of the stairs before he realized Maggie was not behind him.
Turning to find her muzzle deep in the crack of a stair just before the second landing, he recognized her crouched posture as that of a dog that had trapped a rodent and was not going to leave off simply because he called upon her to do it.
“Come on, Mags.” he admonished her, as he descended to nudge her in the right direction.
Upon reaching the landing, Maggie emerged, proof of her hunting prowess caught deftly in her jaw.
“Aw Mags, you can pick the most inopportune times..”
Quivering with pride, Maggie dropped her prize at Reg’s feet, her soulful eyes begging for his approval.
As she waited for the resounding “Good dog!” she knew was well earned, Reg snatched up Kaitlyn’s freshly severed ring finger and swiftly slipped it in his coat pocket.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16