He was thinking about Bill Murray and Stripes as he went around the back.
He had seen her go up the stairs and, it just came into his head "Razzle-dazzle...black guys help the white guys" Then all hell broke loose.
He slammed the gate and heard the deep growl from behind.
There was a gate between him and freedom. He had entered it and the dog...some black snarkling beast who was about to lunge at his throat was not close enough..if he moved NOW.
He bolted and he, or she, or it...it's hard to be PC when your flesh is on fire..was biting hard into his left ankle and tearing at it.
"Oh God help me!" he prayed in his agnostic head.
He tore way and opened the gate and gave a mighty swing and fuck! The goddamn dog went flying out like a frisbee..end over end.
Slam!
He hunkered down and grabbed the bag and slogged the package of hot dogs over the fence and all was quiet.
Shit.
His relationship with the dog was not over. The dog was outside and he was out of hot dogs.
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Oh who knows...
2 comments:
I LOVE IT! this is getting so good!!!!!
Actually MSL...you are catching a story in series..it is being written right now
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