Monday, March 12, 2007

Somebody Smack That Dog

I used to walk a little Yorkshire terrier for a lady who lived in a convalescent home here in the 'hood and was more or less bedridden. The dog weighed about 3 pounds and could just about fit in the palm of your hand. Anyway, the lady had to move from the home into a house with her sister, who is apparently a real flake. I talked to the lady on the phone the other day and asked how her little dog was doing. She said that the dog follows her sister around constantly, and it turns out that her sister was going into the bathroom all day long to smoke heroin, and the dog always followed her in. Well, after a couple of months of being in the bathroom with the heroin-smoking sister every day, the dog is now a heroin addict. No wonder the dog follows her around all the time.

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