Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-16 8:20 PM
Heat Hound.
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It’s 53˚ in Ventura tonight, and even if I hadn’t heard the People mention it, I would know. I don’t remember, but I must have been cold a lot when I lived on my own. In my life now, I’m a heat hound. Why is not a mystery. I don’t have a lot of hair. My coat is nothing like Poodle’s, who grows it in ringlets, thick from the roots. My coat is more like Horse’s hide. Some hair but mostly skin. I was born to live in warm places. Labrador’s coat is thick in some places and not in others. But she has so much skin that she could wrap up in it if she needed to. Not to brag, but my skin is tight and covers me just right. I like it best when I stand in front of the fire and let my eyes shut. Then I can sink into my skin and feel it turn to liquid all around me.
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