Sadie's affinity for rolling in the dead and the decayed knows no bounds. In order to save us all from smelling like a fetid seagull, it is frequently necessary to hose the old lady down on the dock. She elicits sad clucks of sympathy from humans walking by; her head is hung low while she is scrubbed and lathered, stripped of both her dignity and malodorousness. But she manages to shake it all off 3 minutes later, like any cheerful blond should...
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Hosing Down the Blonde
Sadie's affinity for rolling in the dead and the decayed knows no bounds. In order to save us all from smelling like a fetid seagull, it is frequently necessary to hose the old lady down on the dock. She elicits sad clucks of sympathy from humans walking by; her head is hung low while she is scrubbed and lathered, stripped of both her dignity and malodorousness. But she manages to shake it all off 3 minutes later, like any cheerful blond should...
