From page 7 of What We Leave Behind--
"The next question: what happens when the shit hits the land?
If it's here, chances are good the dogs eat it. They follow me outside, heads lolling, faces grinning, tails wagging slowly. When I squat they sidle round behind me, and I have to put my hands on their shoulders to keep them from nuzzling in too close.
After I finish they move in to clean it up, just as they do with the tootsie rolls the cats leave behind.
I know this is supposed to bother me, but it doesn't."
This doesn't bother Derrick? It bothers me.
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