Epilogue To The Steakhouse Alternate Ending

rriving home from work one evening, Andrew closed the garage door and noticed Margaret in the backyard working with the flowers she had recently planted, and asked, “Is everything okay?”
“Oh yes, they are beautiful with lots of buds, and soon we’ll have plenty of flowers. How was your day?” She asked.
Going over where she was working, Andrew kissed her and said, “My day was great. Have you seen Officer Adams recently?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Wonder what happened to him?” Andrew asked.
Shrugging her shoulders, Margaret said, “Guess, he decided to find a different route.”
Putting his arm around Margaret, Andrew went toward the house. Entering the kitchen, surprised there was no dinner ready. Sniffing the air, and didn’t smell anything cooking. He asked, in a childish manner, “Where’s my dinner?”
I’ve got something to tell you,” she said with a sheepish grin.
“Of course, are you ready to go?”
“Sure.”
After locking the gate, Andrew asked, “Where do you want to go to first?”
“Let’s drive along the river before we go to the Steakhouse,” Margaret said with a hint of excitement in her voice.
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Arriving at a turnoff for the river, Andrew drove a short distance before Margaret motioned for him to stop. Pointing to an area under a large oak tree, Margaret asked, “Could we park over there?”
Driving over some potholes and an old rotted log, she asked him to stop and turn off the engine. Putting his arm around Margaret, Andrew said, “We’re not teenagers. We don’t need to sneak around and park down here, but it could be fun.”
“Don’t be funny, I want to talk about the dog and nothing more,” Margaret said, snuggling up closer.
“So, what did you have in mind?” He asked.
“This afternoon, I was thinking about Smoky. Looking on the internet, I found a ton of information about cadaver dogs. I know what is wrong with him.”
“What would that be?” He