Monday, 3 March 2014


One time I went crazy

Then one time we dogsat another dog
Wee and skwee
Since the Beast and I are on our own for a bit, I've neglected to wash him.  He smells pretty bad, but I like it.
  Last night he dropped a big ol deuce on a school field, and as I was bending down to pick it up (lest small children fall on the feces and cry) he unleashed a lightning-quick flurry of shit-kicks.  Broken dogshit loglets went cartwheeling to all points of the compass, and then he looked up at me and smiled.  What a huge little bastard.

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