There's a Dog Bowl at My Front Door

For as long as I can remember, there was a * basin by the front door. Though my family didn't keep *, we always poured our leftovers into it. After Grandpa passed away, no one carried on the tradition, and little by little, everything began to change... Everything grew stranger and stranger. By the time anyone realized what was happening, the world had changed beyond recognition...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.