Beloved Dog

As Barrett drove along a seldom-traveled backroad, a springer spaniel ran out into the path of the car and was killed instantly.
Barrett went to a nearby house. A woman was hanging clothes on a line so he explained what happened.
"It's my husband's dog," said the woman, "and he loved that dog a lot. Best hunting dog a man ever had, he always said."
"Well," said Barrett, "where is your husband? I think I should be the one to tell him about it."
"He's back of the house, chopping wood," she replied. "But I don't want you to shock him what with his bad heart and all. So don't tell him it was the dog right off. Tell him it was me."

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