Dogs Stories

"Oh, one of your memorable eye-watering farts, Biscuit. A lovely Christmas present," Marcus said, looking at his dog. Although it was Christmas Day, Biscuit wasn't cutting his master slack. He wanted his walk, and he wanted it immediately, especially as it was light now. Marcus took Biscuit up to the park. Everyone still needed a walk, whatever day of the week it was, and Marcus at least felt he'd ticked the human contact...

    “Holy crap, the cops are on our ass. We’ve gotta throw the shit out of the window. Oh fuck, I can’t go back to jail, that place is fucking nuts. The guards are always fucking with you.”  Jimmy pounded the steering wheel and stopped yelling for a second or two. “No, we can’t toss the shit… they’ll see us throwing it out. Can’t do that. I know —“ he glanced across at me, “hide it in your purse, Glenda.”“Fuck, I’ve got t...