My dogs always would sit beside me.
If I was smoking, I’d tap the ash off onto the tops of their heads. Silly dogs.
Another thing. Wanting to see if I could perhaps elicit a carbon yowl, in light
of their heightened sense of smell, I farted on each dog’s head. Nothing happened.
They just sat there with perhaps a greater list to one side, and more productive drool.
Strangely, they all later developed some kind of cancer, and died. Coincidence?
I think not.
New backyard sign: Beware Of Owner, Farts Indiscriminately.
-excerpt from All These Being Hinterlands, 84 pages, $11.99
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