So, calling in because I stayed up all night burying Kate's co-worker in the backyard is not my idea of using a personal day.
Thanks, Abita.
The bastard didn't even scream so we didn't know anything was wrong. Kate was getting off to me playing a deaf mute so we got frisky on the table."Sign dirty to me, tardo," she growled, throwing me back on the tablecloth.
I waved my hands around. Hell, I might have been convincing.
"Who's your Annie Sullivan, bitch?" Kate said as she straddled my body.
Yeah, it's fucked up. But that's life in Tucson.
I'm not sure how long we were fooling around, but the next thing I noticed was something digging in my back. I reached around and pulled out a Coors Light can.
"Where's Scott?"
We got up and walked to the back door. I called out to Scott. No response. I then called out to Abita.
I could make out her shape in the darkness, playing with something on the ground. I started walking out into the backyard, squinting to make out what was going on.
I got close, she ran up to me - and my stomach sank. Her coat was the color of red rust.
When Abita once killed a house kitty, we found her rolling in the gore, so I knew what happened.
Man, this was a mess.
I should have been scared, but I was calm. In fact, I think I even cracked a smile. If anyone deserved getting mauled, it was Scott.
"Oh Abita. What are we going to do with you?"
She then let out a long howl, like a carnivous fiddler calling her tune.
"Kate you better get the shovel," I called back to the house.
"Karl, what's wrong?" I could see her sexy silhouette against the lights of the house.
I pulled out a smoke from my pocket and lit it. I took a long drag before answering.
"I need to dig a hole under the fountain."
At that point I definitely did smile and let out a laugh.
"And your dog needs a bath."
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I am the bad dog and these are dog days.
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