Chapter 1
POTHOLES ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLEDSummer, 2001. Dog walking time at our pet resort.
Sam, a thin, leggy mixed breed fellow with a calm but happy temperament was next on the list. I collected him and his walking partner, a young male standard poodle. We hadn’t gotten far outside the door when I realized I was having some difficulty persuading the poodle to come along. He had completely abandoned any interest in the walk. Instead, his attention was totally occupied with obsessively sniffing Sam’s crotch.
Of course, dogs do sniff each others crotches (it’s only polite after all) but this was beyond the usual “Hi, how are ya?” sniff.
The poodle was acting like he was James Franco and Sam’s crotch was a particularly sweet crop of Hindu Kush.
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