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...
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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...
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