01 October 2002


I was walking the dog this afternoon when she went into the familiar dogshit hunch. I averted my eyes.

But wait! I felt an odd tugging at the leash and turned back towards Roxy. She had found some, some, some horrible long piece of, I don't know, flesh or something, and she was horking it down even as she had a nice healthy poo next to the sidewalk.

"It's just the greatest moment of your life, isn't it, little dog?" I asked her.

It was a disturbing visual. Something going in her mouth, something going out her ass, and a blissful expression of contentment on her little doggy face.

I cannot possibly be happier, she seemed to say.