Okay, just for the technical-minded folks out there: it is impossible to find an MP3 copy of Peter Murphy's Cuts You Up. Well, that's not entirely true. I actually downloaded two separate copies. Neither one worked, though. And those MP3 people like pop-up browser windows more than the porno folks do.

Enough techie-talk, though. I was talking to my friend Glen today, and somehow we got on the subject of dogs eating cat shit. Don't ask me why - I don't know. Anyway, I related the following story to him and we were both mightily amused. I'll now share it with you.

Several years ago, our friends Edwin and Brandi were living with Edwin's father in his large house over in Marion. One lovely spring evening - it was a Friday, I believe - we were sitting on the back porch, drinking margaritas, watching the sun set and taking in the bucolic suburban splendor of it all.

Edwin's dad had several dogs. They were cute, low-slung, flat-faced fuzzy little guys. Each and every one had a horrendous underbite. When they'd walk around you in a circle (as they liked to do) is was a bit like being hunted by a shark.

So we're all sitting around, drinking margaritas, unwinding after a hard week at work when this cat comes over the fence in the far corner of the back yard. The cat does its business, as cats tend to do, and then goes back over the fence and out of our little story.

One of the dogs - who had been inside up 'til this point - came through the open porch door like a fucking rocket, heading towards the steaming pile of cat poop. Edwin was right behind the dog, arms and legs pumping as he yelled after the dog.

"No! No! No! No! No! Don't you do it! No! No!"

Of course, Edwin was no match for a hound as determined as that one was. By the time Edwin reached the scene of the crime the pup was contentedly munching on fresh cat shit.

It was very funny, but kind of gross at the time. Now it makes me laugh just to think about it.

It is funny, isn't it?

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