As if the Grail itself lay buried in that sand, he row his small body toward the small rolling dunes and dove in, digging. I felt yeah thirsty enough to die, and it was far too hot for me to move; so I just watch his panting body drive headlong into the sand. I closed my eyes, hoping, finally, to drift off to a deep black sleep where it would be cool, so cool, in the darkness.

My peace was not to be. I had only just closed my eyes when I heard his lips begin smacking around his treasure. He ran out quickly, and the barking began again. He turned to look at me, his small, shaky terrier snout covered in kitty litter. So disgusting. Why did I ever agree to dog sit for people? Disgusting animals, made doubly so in the brutal heat of August.

"That's disgusting, Pippy." I spat at the cur. I pulled myself lugubriously from the couch, sweat cooling across my bare back and ass, but only for a moment. Sweating hotly, again. I finally headed for the fridge for another beer.

At least I wouldn't have to clean my litterbox, for another week.

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