Two dogs walk into a bar...

I have no follow up to that. No punchline. It's not a real joke, sorry. I just thought it was nifty title because it ties in with this short story I wrote over the summer and recently went back and read. I'm really excited about this one.

I wouldn't classify it as horror per se, hell I don't know what you'd classify it as other than spec lit. It's about two abused dogs that overcome their tormenter in a morbidly amusing climax. It takes place all from the dogs perspective (even though it's technically third person). Personally, I think it's well done and, dare I say, well written. Ha-ha, anyway.

Also, in like a lion and out like a lamb, my ass. I had to walk about a mile in the rain with no umbrella. The rain soaked through my backpack and onto my macbook which barely survived. I'm currently using it to write this and I hope it holds together. I've saved all important documents onto a flash drive just in case but god damn. Fuck you, March.

Go ahead and eat that extra slice of pie (I almost said cake, but I don't like cake),
Will