My Golden Retriever Got Stuck With Fake Eyelashes

Summary

Returning home from my trip, the golden retriever who usually clung to me didn't come to the door to greet me.

I flipped on the lights. He was curled up tight in his bed, shaking. Two rows of cheap, thick false eyelashes were stuck to his eyelids. The glue had completely dried. His legs were trembling.

Declan was woken up by the noise. He leaned against the doorframe, stifling a yawn. "A coworker came over to hang out. The new girl thought it'd be cute to play dress up."

This wasn't playing dress up. It was a power play. She was marking her territory.