I used to have a puppy, I rang a bell once before I fed him, every day, I knew he loved me even if he bit me every night, Until I couldn't raise him any longer. The puppy grew larger and larger and ate more. More. I rang the bell two times. More. More. Three times. More. More. More. I never rang the bell again. I lost everything and couldn't afford any more food. Then one night I abandoned him.
Years later he came back home. A bony old stray dog. He looked at me with puppy eyes and I, I couldn't resist and fed him once more. Just one time before sending him out into the cold again. I held out my hand and he bit off my fingers. A starving animal will always feed. And I had nothing. He ate parts of me.
I didn't let him leave. I cut the dog apart. And ate him.