City Girl
A man was abusing his dog so I stole the dog, got arrested and fought a legal battle, and now every night when the dog jumps in bed with me I know it was worth it.
A man was abusing his dog so I stole the dog, got arrested and fought a legal battle, and now every night when the dog jumps in bed with me I know it was worth it.
Two weeks into my convalescence I realized that the animals I watched daily in the back yard -- birds, squirrels, bunnies -- led a secret life that included not only a daily search for food, but also expressions of love, caring, and mischief.
Pointing to the penis, I assured my client that her dog was, in fact, a male not a female, and encouraged her to forgo the bedtime kiss on his "belly button."
I've been pooped on by a hawk while wearing a $10,000 Oscar de le Renta gown.
With a melodramatic sigh, she declared she was a "bad vegetarian today" and wolfed down a double bacon cheeseburger, and I wondered how I could be so vehemently opposed to violence against animals and still want to punch this human in the mouth.
My cats and I slept through the afternoon with limbs askew like old forgotten puppets.
Though I was only 6, I knew how wrong I was to let my grandparents dog rapidly hump my pelvis, behind his dog house that spring.