Pumping out pups was
pleasurable union work, with
minimal butt-kissing.
Methodical (but far from
boring), it left Dog’s mind free
for multi-multi-tasking, as
the line moved slowly, parts
came and went, and looked
the same (more or less).
In a way, Dog was a lot like
your average working stiff.
He’d just been at it longer.
Much, much longer. And if,
at times, it got him down–
“It’s a human’s life,” he’d say.