"Hell," he exclaims laughing, "she's the world's dog."
Chris works for Yates Astro Pest Control. A canister of bug poison rest on the floor while he returns Goddess' love.
"Now this one," he says turning his attention to Winston, the Little Gay Dog, "he's a little more high strung."
"He's a Diva," I fire. "Little son-of-a-bitch!"
"He doesn't bother Goddess."
"Nothing bothers Goddess."
Chris nods and stands.
"Let me tell you what the little bastard did last night," I say while writing him a check. "He loves Sarah and she lets him sleep next to her."
"NO," Chris gasps.
"I know," I say holding my hand in front of his face so he doesn't even go there.
"Well get this. The little son-of-a-bitch crawled under the covers with her last night. I put my arm around her in the middle of the night and grabbed where his balls used to be and woke up screaming in terror."
"Ouch," Chris winches leaning forward to cup himself in protection from Winston, the Little Gay Dog, wagging his tail wearing a black sweater reading "Christian Fundamentalists! The original bigots of the Anti-Gay movement."
"It didn't bother Goddess," I conclude.
We both stand in awkward silence.
There's nothing else to say.
"OK, I gotta go," he says quickly fetching the canister of poison. "I'm gonna spray outside so keep Goddess in for a couple of hours."
"What about Winston?" I ask.
"Your call," he yells sprinting down the stairs.
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