Part 2: Your Dog Would Love You Even More If You Were Kitty-Litter Morsels
The second installment in a five-part reality exposé on canines, love, and yuck.
What is it about dogs and found objects? Found, digested, excreted objects being sussed out for re-ingestment? How can something so cute and furry on the outside, so soft and lovable, have this sick, stomach churning, poop-engrossed love? You know that Groucho Marx line, “Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog it’s too dark to read.”? In truth, it’s “inside a dog it’s too disgusting to read.” If you follow but one rule in life, make it to stay on the exterior of the dog. You don’t want to be in there.
Tomorrow, part 3: answering questions; asking more questions.
What is it about dogs and found objects? Found, digested, excreted objects being sussed out for re-ingestment? How can something so cute and furry on the outside, so soft and lovable, have this sick, stomach churning, poop-engrossed love? You know that Groucho Marx line, “Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog it’s too dark to read.”? In truth, it’s “inside a dog it’s too disgusting to read.” If you follow but one rule in life, make it to stay on the exterior of the dog. You don’t want to be in there. Tomorrow, part 3: answering questions; asking more questions.
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