Part 1: Your Dog Would Love You Even More If You Were Kitty-Litter Morsels
The first part of a five-part exposé on canines, love, and yuck.
Her bright brown eyes shining love, the family dog gnaws a meaty mass encrusted with gray sand. It’s half-way back on her molars so she can really chomp it. She’s been quiet the past five minutes, not alseep on the fleece-lined doggie bed, the one that matches her red collar and rain jacket and those velcro booties she got for her birthday, but because she was picking up a to-go order at the cat’s litter box.
Tomorrow, part 2: raising questions; turning Marx on his head.
Her bright brown eyes shining love, the family dog gnaws a meaty mass encrusted with gray sand. It’s half-way back on her molars so she can really chomp it. She’s been quiet the past five minutes, not alseep on the fleece-lined doggie bed, the one that matches her red collar and rain jacket and those velcro booties she got for her birthday, but because she was picking up a to-go order at the cat’s litter box.Tomorrow, part 2: raising questions; turning Marx on his head.
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