*The indignities never end.
*
Okay, one thing is, they keep giving me baths. Which is humiliating enough. Except for the drying off part, which I have to admit is the goddamn cat's pajamas. But then they've been putting some nasty-ass flea medicine on me, which smells like the worst thing in the world times about a brazilian. And worse yet, this freaking neem oil shit that just smells like ass.
And not in a good way.
*
Right now I'm in trouble because of another smell. Which is what. I don't know. It smells like a hundred thousand dead cows and there is some dead chicken in there, and also dead moles and some fish, smelt maybe, and I think a couple of old dead people, too. Plus some whale bones and elephant carcasses.
Bone meal. Blood meal.
They put it all over the goddamn garden!
It smells like a freakin' slaughterhouse!
*
In a good way.
*
So, I got in there a little bit. Put my face in there. Right in there. Shit, I wanted to climb in and roll around, get it rubbed in to every square inch of me.
But a lady has to maintain a certain level of respectability.
So I just rooted around like a little piggie with my snout.
*
MMMMM!
*
Now I ain't allowed out no more.
*
I ask you, where's the justice?
*
And, yes. It's time for another bath.
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