Edgar
Edgar hadn’t been able to stop himself. He had tried, but that effort had been for naught as he had eaten through the contents of his cupboards. The fridge had been just a blur for the canine, nary a moment in that rampage of gluttony forming clearly in his memory. His only moment of clarity had been as he had hung up the phone from ordering what he could only assume to be yet another round of takeout, the end of that phone call coming right before he had tucked into the contents of his refrigerator. It was one that left him spooked and made him question just what had led him up to being such a gluttonous hog of a dog. He couldn’t place a finger on it, but…