Spitting (More): From Dog On It
Nixon spat in the dirt. “I can get you another one, even more beat up.”
“Yeah?” said Bernie. “How much?”
“Don’t have it yet,” said Nixon. “I’m just saying the possibility’s out there.”
Or something like that. I wasn’t really listening, on account of Nixon being a tobacco chewer, which made his spit pretty interesting. I went over and sniffed at the dirt where the glob had landed. It smelled like Bernie’s breath in the morning, if he’d been smoking the night before and hadn’t brushed his teeth yet, but even stronger, with an added bitterness. Normally at a moment like this I’d move on to an experimental lick or two. Not this time, amigo.
Welcome Hooded Dude, Mango and Buster (possibly), and Halloween cat (who may be Buster).
Tonight: Halloween, my least favorite of all the human holidays.
And don’t forget – a new Friend of the Month will be chosen tomorrow, so today’s the last day to upload into the Friends of Chet gallery. Prizes galore! are not in the cards!
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